(Difford/Tilbrook)  



They had just made love   

Silent on the bed  

This was their celebration  

She had her eyes closed   

Nothing was said  

They had fulfilled temptation  

He looked through the curtains   

He looked at the phone  

He couldn't be certain if this was his home  

Satisfied that this was it   

A rhythmic breath and a gentle grip  

Satisfied and they were sure   

They couldn't fulfill each other more  



They stroked each other   

He played with her hair  

Deep in a warm sedation  

The legs of his jeans   

Hung over the chair  

Love was their meditation  

She looked at his shoulders   

She looked at his eyes  

The look there told her he was satisfied  



They laid there apart   

In another world  

Deep in a warm sedation   

As love turned to sleep   

Their bodies curled  

Into sweet inspiration  

They looked at each other   

They looked at the night  

Under the covers they were satisfied