"showering You"
The faint view of us through the glass and rain...
The water cascades down your shoulders....
As my hands meet the drops on your waist...
The warmth of your skin absorbs the droplets...
As our lips reach and touch so slightly...
My fingers walk up your side and then down again...
As your hands follow my neck and run through my hair...
The shower door reflects steam and passion....
Only our hand prints remain as the water stops...
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