Pillowtalk

I love that quiet time afterward, the breath catching, sweat wiping, "Holy God was that the best EVER" moment that lovers share. I love breathing in the scent of his skin, and knowing that his scent is all over me, that his pheromone mark is going to be apparent to any male I pass, if only to their subconscious. I love listening to our heartbeats slow and synchronize, our breath slowing, inhaling and exhaling warmly, sweet breath reminding me of our frenzied kisses earlier. I love feeling his arm come around my back, and his hand stroking my spine while pulling me closer to him. I love playing with the various hairs on him, pulling them out and watching them spring back into their tight uniform little curls, sometimes white, sometimes black, but always fun. But I guess what I like the best of all is the quiet conversation that inevitably comes after la petite morte.
How much stock is one supposed to put into pillowtalk, or as some would call it "Talk on the Pillow". It seems one of those rare unfettered moments in life where all the barriers are down because you've just achieved something truly awe-inspiring with another being. I've heard that people say lots of things they absolutely don't mean during pillowtalk, but I've always considered it to be the most heartfelt truthful time between two people. It's the time we talk of hurts, small and large, and either laugh with each other or console and apologize. We talk of the future, of our fantasies not of sex but of life, those childish plans we made and built dreams around so long ago. We laugh, play, tease, and more than anything else, continue to make love in a variety of simple eloquent ways. A hand stroking down my face, tracing my eyes, a gentle kiss on his chest and a squeeze to express my need of him. Looking into his eyes and seeing his soul, his pain, his love, his patience.... I also always consider it the place where "I LOVE YOU" is sincere. That phrase can always slip out during sex (or sometimes be beaten out, LOL) and may not have any bearing in reality. I firmly believe, however, that if you can lay in your lover's arms, and say....."I do love you", and they maybe pause a minute....and then say it back... Well, call me naive and romantic, but I do believe they mean it then. And that moment, that capsule in time is what humanity, to me, is all about. Connecting with someone in a physical, emotional, and spiritual capacity, even if only for a split second is worth all the heartache, all the psycho bullshit, all the possible misery that life can bring on.
I'd be interested in how much weight people place in this time that I cherish so much. For me it is as necessary to my life as all the physical aspects, maybe more so. The physical stuff is great, it's WOW. But it fades, and sometimes it doesn't always work out because of whatever is going thru my maudlin little mind at the time. But that pillowtalk time renews me, it refreshes my essence, and it inspires all of my muses. I think I could say that you know you have love in your relationship when some of your everyday going about your business moments are as special as pillowtalk. There isn't any pretension there, no posing, no wanna-be issues. Just a man, and a woman, and all the magic they create between them as two beings trying to understand the mysteries of the universe.