There was a surreptitious afterglow,
Overwhelmingly benevolent and sleepily warm
(yet, there was a feeling of heightened tension.)
I thought you could feel it the same as me
because your lips sang as they trembled over mine
like the taut strings of a well-played guitar,
humming out a harmony of hot air and attuned tongues.
We spent the night "horizontal dancing" as they say –
taking turns as first DJ, then dancer, our covers rumpled
with the passions of a tempestuous tango.
Your compassionate sweetness was adorable and
I could see you loved me so strongly it was almost tangible
(still, I knew you'd be gone by the time I woke)