Lying on my back, gazing up at the ceiling,
eyes closed, enjoying the somewhat eerie calm.
Reflecting on the moment we just shared,
from the eye of a raging storm.

She's still in my arms.
Breathless, soft, sweet, warm and wet.
No way to describe the way I'm feeling now,
I simply just love her to death.

We didn't quite make it to heaven. 
Almost.
But we were right there, knocking on the door.
Soared and got one helluva of a birds-eye view.
Pleasure unlike anything we'd experienced before.

Almost doesn't count.
Thats what I've heard girl.
But,
I wouldn't trade what we just almost had,
for all the freakin money in the world.

 
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