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

slows

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

gasps

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

own

Terri Lyn Stanfield

3/30/2002