He was lying in a pool of sweet post-coital sweat, still basking in afterglow. His lips were swollen from my tongue’s long, passionate exploration. Lingering tactile sensations still pulsing through my body, I wanted to stay here forever, in his tight embrace. His lips gently found mine, and I thought I might literally melt into him as he kissed me- senseless and tongue-tied in heaven’s afterglow.