rhythmic-lyrical streamlets of water run down my body
like poetry when I’m inspired,
like someone turned the faucet on with their voice.
the smell of my wet skin
is coiled around me,
permeating through the years –
it’s always been the same and I
have always loved it.
Morning water pushes on and across me,
heat
and comfort
making my nakedness happy with itself,
as your nakedness does –
matching, beautifully fitting in
with my curves
knowing the way
the so-closely-fitting two halves
to a whole lot of love,
the two feelings
which make up everything in between.
Knowing the way,
and like your fingers the water follows
only you and it know my body so well
the paths
its way

Nice write

white bath i am immersion
and fit
for doughnuts, and oreos, and grahams
with cinnamon toast
tasteful
these corresponding tastes
contrasting textures
smooth cookies
rich milk
running warmly
as coaxed from heavy breasts
needing release
letdown
sweet melt of you
fill me
sate me
in my languishing stupor
still wanting
your warmth
gently bathe
my tongue
with your creamy memory

I love this..drink it in..

Deep...



Water...

MMM a nice hot shower is always good.

This is deep and very touching.