After the Storm

When we have brought each other to the heights
Beyond which human flesh cannot endure
And showed to God our love as man and wife,
We rest. And as we drowse, it comes to me
How wonderful it feels to have your head
Upon my outstretched arm, to have my hand
Spread wide upon your belly as you lay,
Your back against my stomach, nestled up.

I see with some amusement, none the less,
That contact with your naked lovely flesh
Has made my penis halfway rise again
Despite the fact it knows there is no hope
Of standing once again, at least tonight.
The love we make is just too good for that.