Sonnet After Making Love

In those brief moments when we have finished pleasing each other's body the way only we know how: whispering, touching, tickling, teasing; we harness eternity and shrink it to now. Your breasts, Tibetan monastaries guarding the skies, still tingle from when I touched you there. My seed escapes to the cavern of your thighs, and our fragrance lingers heavy in the air. Amazing love, so mature, so young, creating memories to forever keep. Your body remembers the map of tongue, but this night will end when we roll over to sleep. So here, now, before the end has begun, let's remain in this union, melted as one.