Pink-skinned from your bath, you were very discreet,
Just the hint of a nipple, and swell of a cheek
Of your bum curving out from the towelling robe
Which hinted a vision of firm, youthful globes.
Transcending the limits my dreams could procure
I saw that the image was wholesome and pure.
And following instincts, my eyes took control,
And the mesmerised memory took in the whole.
Pink-skinned from the water, to stand at the door,
Posing perfect proportions, I gazed, rapt in awe.
In that moment, so fleeting, my senses caved in,
I was Guilty, defiling with cerebral sin.
For seconds, while rivulets trickling tease
Ran the delicate trip from the point of intrigue,
I kissed and caressed, tongued and licked by degrees
With each rippling orgasm trembling your knees.
Pink-skinned from the bath, scent of perfume and soap
Gave my lustful desire just the pleasures of hope
As the wrap came apart, just a fraction, a slip,
And I followed your contours from belly to hip.
To glimpse of such heaven, I now pay the price,
For knowing I’ll never be blessed with it twice.
But my memory, enabling imagining’s pen
Lets me live, and relive it, again and again.