Contentment of Closeness

                                         

    As I lay there exhausted by the arduous endeavour, freshly awoken I turn and see the beautiful goddess who lay near me, her open eyes reflecting my own visage. 

"How do i look when I sleep?" the words came out half addled as my mind cleared. 

"That is a curious question" she answered,"why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I haven't asked it to anyone else, I thought it might as well be to you, as we lie here in this comfortable bedding all alone: truly alone'; he looked around as if a thought came to his mind "I  don't remember this place being so empty. even during the holidays"

"Do you always get introspective after sex?",she replied "or am I special?"

"I don't know; some people tend to express themselves when they get drunk, some when they are high, I just feel it when i'm content."

"Content , you mean happy?"

"not really , people who are happy are often content, but you can be content without feeling happy. When you just had a full meal you feel, not happy but content, when you just relieved yourself , you feel content not happy. When you have run all the way to top of that hill, exhausted, your legs burning up, you are content, it's a different feeling"

"you can't say anything without making it sound very boring can you ?" there was mirth in her brown eyes. I took that as a good sign. 

" It comes with the package."

She laughed at this, a siren song that vibrated through my entire being like a pleasant vibration, at which I held her even close to my bare frame. The smell of her, the smell of me on her, something which made me hold all the tighter.