We Rest. Our love, strewn about the bed as a decadent mess. Legs, arms and panting bodies lie deliriously twisted among fabric rubble. Life altering madness. Rounded muscles and crystal blue eyes. Your beauty erases hurt and makes laughter of sighs. You are my heart’s demise. Your five o’clock shadow pressed to my supple breast. Hands trail, fall and rise, until they tangle in tendrils spread like tentacles atop a sea of bamboo sheets. High on emotion, my body reels. The dew upon our bodies glisten in the faint moon light permeating the window. A liquid bead upon breast, a bead upon thigh. Your nature runs from within me, between my folds, making small hurdles of taught skin below. A tiny pool forms beneath the crevasse of my ass. You and I, as much here as anywhere. Euphoria rises from our bodies, twists and turns high above our post orgasmic coma. Like smoke and air, we entangle, we drift into a weightless bliss. Our smell, small particles waltzing partnered in the air. The sweet aroma of You and me, dispersed into the room as pollen from the bloom. In this moment you and I are three physical states of matter; we are solid, we are liquid, we are air.