By heart Song  msmelissac@yahoo.com
Date: 27 November 1998

In My Contentment

     After the actual act of intimacy had passed,
I lay still and unmoving on top of you
as if I too had slipped into that deep contented slumber.
Riding the waves of your chest 
I rise and fall.
The low rumbling of your chest is a magical  music to me.
Your warm, sweet breath teasing my tassled, tangled curls.
My heart beating against yours.
     In my realization I smile secretly against
your still warm, damp skin.
How had I even thought the intimacy was over?

heart Song