Fading energy
disspating in the night
like the heat off of sun-soaked asphalt.
We touch languidly.
Delicious slow movements
tempered by earlier ardour
when we could not stop
could not get enough.
It was as if we finally
found the inexplicable,
unattainable answer
deep within the other's body.
My skin feels seared,
scortched by your touch
marked by our lovemaking.
You have branded me,
made me yours.
And I lie quietly in your arms
content to be your captive.

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