Aftermath's Repose Poem by moon batchelder

a sea inside of me rolls toward his shores,
an undulant assault upon his flesh,
a warmth of record summer heat explodes,
our bodies drown in satin sheets of sweat,

as moans escaped my lips in fevered breaths,
and sudden lust makes felt it's primal force.
we're tossed like jetsam on the ocean cast,
'til swells of passion hurl us to the floor,

like jelly fish abandoned by the waves.
left limp and nearly lifeless on the sand,
we gasp for breath and linger in a daze
'ere strenghth return enough to move again;

ecstatic in the squalls and surging throes,
enchanted still in aftermath's repose