The feeling of pure
and complete exhaustion.
Muscles relaxing
so they melt into the slick mattress.
The two becoming one like star crossed lovers.
Sweat sliding from face to pillow.
An arm slips off.
I am unable to move,
mostly from the sheer bliss
of not wanting to move.
The fear of not being able to slow down.
A quick and quiet solitude
trapped within body and soul.
Skin as placid as water
rippling with each slow breath.
Breathing slowly, slowly.
Even the heart seems to stop with exhaustion.
Author notes
It pretty much explains itself.
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