Agony in the Mist

In a long hot shower; with a grin you ask for some help
I’ll step in to wash your back and in my hands you will melt

I’ll turn you to face me, so a single spot I won’t miss
As our bodies press together, you’ll feel the hunger in my kiss

When I sink to my knees, with my lips I will trace
Every inch of my way to the most intimate place

One leg draped over my shoulder, caressing flesh from calf to waist
I will be lost in crafting your pleasure, and I will savor your taste

You’ll beg for release from the torture of my tongue
But I will take my sweet time as the night is still young

When I’ve teased you enough, I’ll look up through the steam
To see the look on your face in anticipation of your scream

When you lose control of your being, I’ll ease you to the tile
And watch your expression change to a weak and shaky smile

As the water starts to cool and clears up the steam
You’ll come back to your senses and know it wasn’t a dream

I’ll wrap a warm towel around you, hair still dripping wet
Then carry you to the bed. I’m not done with you yet