And then?

It  was a blurry motion,
of immense passion,
and aching desire.
And as they lay,
engrossed, entwined in the protective longing,
called arms,
she called out his name,
in a whisper,
the way she did, with miles in-between,
the love-doers,
the silent-whisperers,
ached with doting emotion,
called love.