Sated

It was in the afterglow--
You know-that semi-surreal flow...
That breezes along the fingers of sweet ecstacy...
That rises in waves of love that grows;

That one perfect moment-so powerful...
That sacred union of personal bliss...
Reaching its absolute height-it spires even higher...
At the very moment of our first kiss;

One kiss then leads to many-many others...
Multiple kisses then lead to heavenly caress...
At last the communion of our coming together...
Reaching our afterglow-Feeling so very blessed;

The Essence
June 22,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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