I run my hand
Along the smooth curve
Of her succulent ass
As she bends over
Pulling the handle erect
Sending a hot spray of droplets
And warm mist
Behind the curtain
I slap her buttocks
As she shrieks
Stepping into the shower
Beckoning me with
Her finger and a smile
Bare skin
Water cascading
Down her flowing black hair
Across her breasts
Through her cleavage
Running over her belly
And sweet moist
Nether region
I step within her lair
Kiss her
Full pouting mouth
Wet lips
Looking into her eyes
Streams of water
Hitting my face
Naked body
Electrified
Grabbing her slick hips
With my greedy hands
Cupping her dripping
Curvaceous
Breasts with my fingers
Our bodies close
Slick
Enveloped by steam
Engulfed by Lust
As she massages
My throbbing manhood
With eager hands
Hungry mouth and tongue
Soapy boobs
Bending over
Pushing her
Voluptuous ass
Into my seething manhood
Raging streams
Pulsing across her inner thighs
The carnal delight
In between
As I take her
In our private
Never never land
Pristine and so dirty
As she moans
Sighs
Shouts profanity
To the droning sound
Of jets of droplets
Careening off our bodies
To the floor
I am your little whore
She whispers
As I arch my head
Looking at the ceiling
Close my eyes
Grunt and cum
Her buttocks bouncing
Against my pelvis
Repeatedly
Before she drops
To her knees
Cleaning me
With her serpentine tongue
Thirsty mouth
We become locked
In a wet embrace
Soaping her hair
Warm body
Streaks of water
Carrying away
Soapy bubbles
My hands roaming freely
Caressing her
Holding her hand
As she steps from the shower
Majestic
Dripping wet
Full breasts glimmering
As she reaches for a towel
Looking dazed
In a fogged mirror
She attempts to dry her hair
As I use my finger
To trace
I love you
In the glazed over surface
She smiles
Before we kiss
In the evanescent
Tropical paradise
We created
Like a cascading waterfall
We made the most
Of the little time
We had left
Of our torrid tryst
Making love
In the shower.
I remember
As if in a dream
Waking
With her in my arms
In the morning
Sleeping calmly
Listening
As she gently breathed
In rhythmic sighs
Feeling
Her smooth
Soft skin
Under my fingers
As my lips
Brushed her cheek
My face resting
Within her fragrant
Flowing tresses
Kissing
Her softly
Slow
On her supple neck
Nibbling her ear
Massaging her belly
Inner thighs
Until she rubs
Her bloodshot eyes
Yawning
Stretching
Grunting
While I grasp her hips
Firmly in my hot hands
Positioning her
As she pushes
Against the head board
Bottom high in the air
Face down
In the plush pillow
Stained with lipstick
Mascara
Cum
Her pelvis
Gently bumping
Into my throbbing
Seething manhood
Making love
Furiously
With vigorous thrusts
Moans
Profanity
I am not done
With you yet
Little one
I whisper
Yanking her hair
As she winces with pain
Whelps
Screaming
Take me Daddy
All of me
Light from the window
Highlighting red stripes
On her lacerated back
Crimson welts
Like fresh paint
On the full curvaceous
Canvas
Of her ass
Of the many moments
We had alone
In forbidden
Torrid trysts
Skin on skin
Heart to heart
It was this
Taboo scene
Frozen in time
I revere the most
Lament
Now that she is gone
Waking up
Alone now
With her still
In my arms.
Sometimes a poem
Is just a poem
It is not
About you
It is a verbal tapestry
Spun with words
Images
Dancing rhythmically
On a page
Phrases
Snatched
From a picture postcard
Sent from eternity
A poem
Is just a poem
A reflection
In a shattered mirror
Shards of broken glass
Scattered on a floor
A mosaic
Of what could have beens
Lost yesterdays
Tomorrows waiting
To occur
A torrid tale
Of a beautiful woman
Lies
That many mistake
As True Love
Her eyes that engulf
Captivate
Drown suitors
In a shallow pool
That runs deep
As you are carried
With the current
Of her orgasmic moans
Sighs
Profanity
Overcome by an illusion
A dream within a dream
Red devils dancing
Within shadows
On the wall
Illuminated by flickering
Candle light
A poem can be everything
But it is not
About you
A poem may cry
To the heavens
Mascara tears
Flowing to the ocean
Streaming down a cheek
Lamenting the loss
Of a passionate lover
A poem
Is seeing her
Enchanting face
In the eerie glow
Of the full moon
Blue white
It may be a recurring theme
A torrid tryst
Rose petals scattered
On the bed
In a sequestered room
On a steamy
Hot summer night
Sensuality
Pleasure
Pain
Bodies twisting
Looking away
Doing an erotic tango
Within rumpled sheets
A symphony of Sin
Making love
In a field of flowers
On a cool Spring day
Lips passing exotic fruits
With each kiss
Sticky sweet
A poem is anguish
Despair
As a castle crumbles
Into the sea
Meant to last forever
Monuments of stone
Covered by shifting sands
Being haunted
With goodbye
Finality
Seductive memories
That will not fade
Visions of her
Disappearing like a ghost
Whispering remember
In your ear
As she passes
Invisible
Into the ether
But continues living
Amongst markers and weeds
In the graveyard
Of your mind
Lingering
In your heart
Within a poem
Holding her
In your arms
Shivering
In the pouring rain
As you kiss
Her full pouting
Cherry red lips
One last time
Before she leaves
Embracing
For what seems
Like eternity
A poem can be anything
Nothing
Meaningless
It is simply a poem
An illusion
Phantom
In the rear view mirror
That will not go away
It is just a poem
Nothing more
A playground for fools
Dreamers
Lovers
Who chase rainbow colored
Butterflies
Into the heavens
Then fall
From the sky
It is not
About you.
What is love?
She asked
Tears streaming
Down her cheeks
Dark mascara rivers
Flowing out to sea
As we sat in the car
Condemned to wait
For goodbye
As the sky grew grey
Clouds forming
My heart beating
Pitter pat
To the drops
Of precipitation
Falling onto the wind shield
Foggy with heated breaths
Anticipation
As I answered
Earnestly
Pausing a moment
Gazing into her eyes
My trembling hand
Caressing
Her flowing hair
As I sat there
Accused of treason
Love
My darling
Is everything
Nothing
In between
I said
As lightning flashed
Thunder rolled
The torrent began
Love is
Holding her hand
The beat of her heart
A look in her eye
Love is long nights
Of agony
Waiting alone for her to call
Saying she got home
Love is making love
In the black
To flickering candles
Devils dancing on the wall
Reflected by the light
Of a full moon
Glowing
Blue white
Love is the feel
Of her voluptuous body
To greedy hands
Desire
Passion
Sensuality
Seething Lust
Love is trust
Pain
Misery
Despair
Saying goodbye
When all you want
Is to hold her forever
In your arms
Love is kisses
In the rain
Before she leaves you
I concluded
As she stepped outside
I kissed her
Full pouting lips
Dirty little mouth
Again and again
Cradling her face
In my eager fingers
As the rain fell relentlessly
Drenching us
As we stood in defiance
Of the storm
Exposed
To the punishing elements
I said
Seized by emotion
I love you
Freezing droplets
Whipping winds
Obscuring my sentiment
This I said
Is Love
As she turned
To walk away
In the darkness
Oblivious
To my shout
As she boarded
Her bus
And it drove
Into the distance
Love is
Kisses
In the rain.
