Sated Poem by Robert J Meyer
Sated
And afterward...
What is there to say?
The blush and aroma,
Each sigh can still convey
Lasitude. Satiated like tired puppies,
Curled around each other,
Your chin finds comfort and ease
On my thigh. My hand
Resting upon your calf -
I graze your inner knee.
You try to suppress a laugh.
I kiss your ankle.
You stretch and breath deep,
So I twist around head-to-head,
Spooning you, and we sleep.
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