Through the Steamed Up Glass
Arriving home from work
Sleepy and tired
Hot shower i craved
A quiet evening desired
To the bathroom i go
Cascades of water sounds
Through the steamed up glass
A curvaceous figure is found
Her shoulder length hair
Soaked back in hold
Her body pressed to the pane
A sight to behold
As i watch her shower
Admiring her lathered hands
Caressing as she cleans
In solitary command
Her undulations
Wetted glow
In adventurous display
Her body shows
I catch her eye
Through the steamed up glass
My girlfriend, my love
My Highland lass
Door ajar
She invites me in
Naked like birth
Skin to skin
Our hands in wander
As the water flows
We merge into one
In loving glow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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