A Poem in the Shower    

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.	

  

A Poem in the Shower 

Ellie Leonard 

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. 

  

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