Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Shower


She stepped into the shower with a kiss,
n' their robes fell down, down from their hips,
with a burning sensation that drew 'em closer,
a silent mischief that couldn't wait no longer.
He stole the wetness of her lips,
as she swiftly returned the bliss,
away from the concerns of the world,
they grew stronger with those eternal tricks.
He rubbed the lotion with his hands,
the pleasure she gets, she couldn't withstand,
and they broke into a storm, oh that craze,
unable to stop themselves, with nowhere to land.
In his arms she gasped for air in his face,
and he moved gentle with a subtle pace,
lost they were, blood rushed through their veins,
as the water settled down, only the sweat remained.
The peak was no far, when she held him tight,
and he kissed her, her eyes so bright,
her thighs alleviated, his pace slowed down,
and they remained side by side, with that satisfied sight.