After we pleasured . . . you snuggled against me:
your backside nakedness against my forefront
nakedness; your arms clung to mine, sweetnesses
mingled between us; the sheer socks you kept on,
soft against my legs.
Starward
[*/+/^]
I hope this does not sound too arrogant to say that I like to think this is one of the most romantic of this epigram sequence.