We're free, shackles broken. What do we do? The peak of sexual tension between us. We're both emotionally exhausted. I need to feel you close to me. Crawling under the covers to join you in bed, my large hand instinctively seeks out your belly, gently tracing the contours of your body. No words....just emotion. Our bodies responding to each other, generating heat. The tension is so heavy, we dare not break it though. Sex is palpable, so close....but not yet. Neither wants to break the tension and succumb to ecstasy, the tension is more euphoric. The tantalizing knowledge of what will come, embracing the French translation of orgasm of the little death. Longer than a haiku....but more sensual.