Giggling, having the typical 'after' mood, I say "And now, it is the moment you need to tell me about my beautiful green eyes and the prettiest smile you have ever seen."
The occasional sunbeam-intruders wade through the curtain separating the moment from reality. The static energy is frozen in the air. Perfection is achieved, happiness assumed.
"I like your eyes, and your tiny nose. I like your breasts and those little paws."
I have been staring at my feet from time to time since, not finding much that could be interesting.
