Will you kiss me under the warming spray of the shower.
As your soaped up fingers stroke through my long hair.
Silky tendrils laying wetly down the hot skin of my back.
Your fingers following the flow of water down my body.
Skimming tenderly over mounds and curves,
slippery damp caresses on trembling flesh.
On your knees before me, arms wrapped around my hips.
Hands massaging the soft curving cheeks an thighs.
Lay your head against my lower belly, contentedly sigh.
Hairs softly tickling with each breath, as you inhale my aroma.
My hands comfortingly stroking your neck and shoulders.
As the gentle spray cascades down our adjoined bodies,
entwined in mutual adoration.
By Tracey Owen & Brian Rueby
copyright July 2011