Temperature rising breathless you get
soaping sensually in the steamy wet.
Over your taut body water traverses
beating a rhythm your skin disperses.
Slow but firmly you grind the hind
which searching cupping hands find.
Caressing the soft flesh of your behind
persistent fingers graze the stubble
below the navel’s shapely bubble;
showing where you shave
and why you can’t behave.
Soap over skin clear and smooth,
eager hands follow every groove.
Around the buttocks soap and sponge
inquisitive searching fingers plunge.
Breasts hum to tongue and finger,
passing down your channel to linger.
Bodies hot grind on life’s griddle,
playing tunes on lusts frantic fiddle.
Frenzied water passes through the grate,
spent passion cools to the steady state.
Firm hands once slippery find grip
on watered glands hands quietly drip.