Thick with sweat and woozy from slowly diminishing pleasure, their lips were joined in a gentle, heart-felt kiss. Their limbs were entangled, so it was difficult to understand where the man ended and the angel began. A soft sigh escaped the angel, and he pulled the man under his chin, pressing his nose into tousled, sandy hair. They lay there for a long while, basking in each other's heat. The man's breathing turned deep, and the angel lay awake, watching the steady snow fall outside of the window.
"In my existence, I have seen and heard many things," he said, shifting ever so slightly as to not wake the other. "I have watched over humans since time began. The ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand. The Eskimo's had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me when you sleep." As though on cue, the man curled himself forwards, pressing their bodies even closer together. His nose was tucked against the angel's collar bone, so his breath slipped down between them. The angel smiled.
"…And there are no words for that."