Stalking the shower
head hypnotized by
it's spill... Fading into
a state one in which his
mass she feels
from the warmth of
his breath to the
Solid of his chest....
down to the thick of
his gift and the width
of her spread
even her drip revisits
re-painting a trail down
her leg... so her clit re-meets
her tips re-influencing her
moan to leave its bed
Showers....
Where a simple cleansing
may last an hour... Imaginary
passion descending water
with orgasmic power
Her skin saturated
elevating her desire
for penetration... Taunted
by her reflection craven a
vaginal infiltration
Her thighs hate each
other so they strive
for sepration while
her fingers show love
beyond her doors that's
dedication
As the waterfalls
she's in sync ejaculation,
mentally painting pictures
of his pelvic infatuation
Showers....
In reality her beauty
is the only flower....
absent a fertilizer still
her blossom was opposite
coward
Self admiration induced
by a faucet.... mimicking
her expression of satisfaction
from when she lost it
Her moisterizer....
Naturally provided by
her provider.... he who
lends aid frees that passion
from inside her
Her mind aids her eye
lending advice that he's
behind her.... feeding her
his physical as the shower
demonstrates the outcome
Showers....
Butterflies invade her
stomach every time
she goes in... Because
as the water falls she
knows there he'll appear
again
Showers
(c) 2012 viewtifulink
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