Shower_scene

Hot patterned watery beams
wash the scent of you from my skin,
making the memory of you more vivid.
My hand traces the same path down a soapy thigh
your tongue did navigate with delicate slippery strokes.
For a few magical moments you seemed to levitate
over my body,
poised on the tips of toes and flattened palms,
your skin barely brushing mine.
I could think of nothing except how close and
yet how far you were from where I needed you most.

My hands secured above my head by your own,
liquid desire drowning me from the inside and the rise
of my hips pulled you nearer.
I felt you there tantalizingly balanced on the edge of
inside and out, neither and both at once.
My mind went elsewhere just then,
searching for my composure lost somewhere
in the sensation of two becoming one.
Teasingly slow movements became fiercely deliberate
as the space between us disappeared.
You braced my body to be still and take the full
strength of your drive.
My freed hands captured the flesh of your back in a desperate grip.
Time stopped to recognize the magnitude of what was to come.

Fingers which once held your solid frame in their grasp,
lather my belly remembering your heated weight
pressed against it.
The entire universe became but a shared intimate moment;
open lips met and tongues explored as if there just wasn't
enough of you and I touching.
Entwined limbs in two sun-kissed earthy tones
made us a living, breathing erotic sculpture.
The look in your eyes and tension in your expression
announced you could stand no more.
Falling upward toward ecstacy, with a singular scream,
felt not heard, we ascended, exploded and waited for
time to catch up.
Memories intact I step out of the shower into a cloud of steam,
savoring the impression engraved by your body into mine.

RLT � 2001