Ring Ring...

The phone rings
They both ignore it
Too wrapped up in
Thenselves to bother
With outside forces.
Beads of sweat stand
Out from their naked skin
And she smiles slightly
As she lets him in.
Moving above her
Moaning softly
He holds back with effort.
The phone still rings.
With whispered words
Of love and profanity
The frenzy begins....
Until
They explode into one
One feeling, one heartbeat,
One person,
Then silently and contentedly
Fall asleep,
Arms and legs entwined
As the phone still rings.