I Lay in the quiet stillness of the intoxicating absence <br />of your presence... <br />I'm conscience of every detail burned within me from the <br />fire just doused by our passion... <br />I hear only the slow rhythmic rise and fall of my chest... <br />as I continue to breathe in and out the essence of your being... <br />Still lingering like a dense fog about me is the fresh perfumed <br />fragrance generated from the friction of our bodies... <br />I feel your body still heavy on top of mine... <br />Your face buried against the nap of my neck... <br />Your arms gently clinging to the nakedness of my flesh... <br />Your heart beating in perfect rhythm with my own... <br />The feelings I feel and the sounds I hear continue on... <br />playing the music of our hearts... <br />Each beat in unison is apart of an exquisite song of love... <br />A song created by the union of us. <br /> <br />To E.M. remembering still the song of our hearts and the beauty of <br />what that song feels like within. <br /> <br />Copyright©2005 Shelly Price <br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Shelly Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-our-hearts/
