My frilly things lie scattered
The bedclothes are tangled,
Hair tumbles across your chest,
The pillows are tossed,
There is a wet spot,
Our breathing slows,
We touch.
A bit of lace here,
A scrap of cotton there.
The bedclothes are tangled,
A mound of insulation piled,
Sheet twisted and tugged.
Hair tumbles across your chest,
Chestnut and soft,
Knotted and wild.
The pillows are tossed,
One lies on the floor,
Another is shared.
There is a wet spot,
A towel covers,
Rough terry on bare skin.
Our breathing slows,
Hearts hammer together,
Sweat glistens.
We touch.
Laughs shared,
A moment lived.
