Afterglow Poem by Susan Oxford

I walk in the room, turn down the spread,
Looking forward to the softness of our bed.
I slip between the cool smooth sheet,
turning to you, our eyes meet.

Upon your chest I rest my head
basking in the comfort of our bed.
You stroke my hair, my cheek, my arm,
my body stirs and starts to warm.

Our fingers move in a feathery trace,
I smile and reach to kiss your face.
In whispers, loving words we share
of need, desire, how much we care.

Our bodies meet in love's embrace,
in breathless pleasure our hearts race.
With passion spent, we kiss so slow
and hold each other in afterglow.

With lingering touch we move apart,
our eyes meet again as at the start.
And on your chest I rest my head,
basking in the comfort of our bed.