(DiffordTilbrook)



They had just made love

Silent on the bed

This was their celebration

She had her eyes closed

Nothing was said

They had fulfilled temptation

He looked through the curtains

He looked at the phone

He couldn't be certain if this was his home

Satisfied that this was it

A rhythmic breath and a gentle grip

Satisfied and they were sure

They couldn't fulfill each other more



They stroked each other

He played with her hair

Deep in a warm sedation

The legs of his jeans

Hung over the chair

Love was their meditation

She looked at his shoulders

She looked at his eyes

The look there told her he was satisfied



They laid there apart

In another world

Deep in a warm sedation

As love turned to sleep

Their bodies curled

Into sweet inspiration

They looked at each other

They looked at the night

Under the covers they were satisfied