It began with a brush of lips,
molten heat pushed through her veins,
in the dark, her body burned,
lost in a sea of desire.
Riding on waves of ecstasy,
He worships her body,
drinking her in,
her skin,
her lips—
like sweet merlot,
the unasked question:
“Is it love?”
alas, he already knows.
calling his name, she drags him
to her chest
against her overheated skin,
after all is said and done,
after all is lost and won,
after they come down from their high
to their low,
they lay basking in the afterglow.
He turns and smiles,
she kisses him
and against her soft lips,
he grins.