Oh To Be That Towel, Again
As I viewed her there
Exiting the shower
The gleam of her skin
I long to devour
To be that towel
In wrap around
My arms to declare
In her surround
She turns to me
As her wet hair drapes
Our eyes meet
As in me shapes
We walk towards
Each others lure
For in a matter of moments
Our loving is pure
On the cold tile floor
In a shiver of moan
Our language unites
A wanting groan
Absorbed and endorsed
In bodily commit
The purest of pure
To each other submits
As we enter the shower
Still kissing, sharing
Man and woman
In pleasurable caring
;-)
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