Disclaimer: They aren't mine, but they'd probably be treated better if they were. J

Warning for implied M/M naughtiness!

This poem is a companion piece to "Shower Scene". They can be read separately or together, whatever you wish. If you think this poem is okay, i.e. you didn't barf while reading, check out some other ones I have posted in this archive. I don't know where they are myself, but I'm sure they're here somewhere. Comments, questions, constructive criticisms welcome at jive_baby99@hotmail.com blonde detectives are VERY WELCOME.

His thick fingers brush me, love me

water runs rivulets down my spine

I breathe his breath, warm and sweet

his hungry mouth wetly seals my fate

He cherishes, brands, pleasures

I'm moaning, calling his name

How sweet to share this tight space

with the only person I trust

Steam and pleasure rise

from behind the curtain

not knowing, not caring

what the next day will bring

Gentle caresses drive me mad

he's giving everything in his soul

Blue eyes shine with love for me

I explode in my flesh, filled with stars

Now we exist only for each other

soapy, sweating, fingers pruning

my phantom lover has evaporated again

but even without him I am never alone.

Great? Crappy? Should I give up? Answer here: jive_baby99@hotmail.com