Basking In The Glow

The cicadas sing their song outside our window

As we lay here in bed, the sweat cooling on our bodies

Drifting back to reality from the land of paradise

Your hand gently tracing a pattern on my stomach

Our hearts beating in synchronization, as our breath


Then gradually your caress becomes heated

And I respond in kind, and we begin the ascent once more

Bodies straining, hearts pounding, breath coming in


Until we burst through to ecstasy, and claim it as our


Terri Lyn Stanfield

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