Hard, pulsating,
streams of warm water
on my face
make me blink.
Pushing the curtain aside,
you are beside me
and I blink again
in surprise and delight
to find you here,
warm, wet and real.
You press your naked chest
to my arched back.
Rivulets stream,
making paths
to pleasure pools
as you tenderly caress my breasts
into peaks of awareness.
I close my too full eyes,
lost in the liquid joy
of having you touch me.
Entranced by your touch
I almost weep from wanting you;
the beauty and passion
between us overflows
but I do not turn to you just yet.
I lean against your strong body,
letting it support me for a time
as my fears dissolve,
mingling with the shower mist.
The water is warm and wonderful
and so are we, suspended in a dream.
I celebrate these too rare times
of love and revelry,
savoring every droplet
as my body tingles
with awareness of you
as if every cell's sensation,
every nerve's pulse
echoes my desire for you.
Cheek against my hair,
you breathe love words
into my ear.
Hands cup my breasts
and there is nothing more urgent
than the lean, hungry length of you
thrusting hard and demanding
against my soft buttocks.
I quiver,
reduced to mindless passion
by the erotic power
of flesh on flesh.
Your skin on mine
plays havoc
with my sense and senses,
Undone,
thinking only of you,
I seem to drown
in the rippling currents of desire
flowing back and forth
between us
and I am caught,
spin under the water
to meet you halfway in a kiss
hot enough
to make the shower steam.
I look into
your laughing, daring eyes
and see myself
reflected there,
wet, hungry,
wanting only you,
knowing you see yourself
mirrored in mine.
There is no way
to separate
the reflection in the reflection
nor do we want to....
Touching reverently,
hands run over
shower sleek bodies
like blind beggars
committing the wealth
of each other's curves
to memory
for the too many times
we'll shower alone.
We touch and touch and touch
and I wonder if
we will ever be
indifferent
to the call
of the other's naked body,
seeking lips,
or eloquent eyes.
Lost in a water world,
I begin again
to kiss you,
worshipping your body
with mine,
your tensing buttocks
temptation enough to make
a pagan out of me.
Covering your torso
with delicate chains
of butterfly kisses,
each soft caress
a little more than prayer,
my faith in your passion
makes me a better lover,
than a good Catholic.
Each linked kiss
takes me slowly lower
and I explore every path
in the hair garden
descending from your navel.
I look up to watch you
and your passion closed eyes
cannot see the love
I know you feel
as I go down and down
I touch and touch
and you moan and quiver
in my soft, soapy hands,
I laugh to discover
our divinity within
our physical need for one another.
You groan with pleasure
at every revelation
and I find I want you more.
As I adore you
with my tongue,
my lips, my hands,
I become
within this night
a goddess,
wet wild wanton,
wanting only you.
Making heaven
when and where
we come together,
elemental,
flowing through time,
we are an island
as you gather me
close enough
within your arms
to hear the beating of
your waterwild heart.
Satiated,
you smile at me
washed by waves
of erotic contentment.
This is the mating of true minds
and our bodies transformed,
become instruments of ecstasy
Swaying gently
beneath the water's spray,
we are more than content
to hold each other
and waltz naked;
there is no need for words
in our shower dance.
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