Cleanse Me

Standing in the portal--
threshold where fantasy
collides with you,
I give in to voyeuristic temptation.
You stand, momentarily unaware,
relaxed and flaccid under the water's spray.

Eyes rake in avid jealousy
each rivulet trailing over male form;
tongue sneaking out to taste dry lips,
pondering the taste of those droplets
blended with the essence of you.

Fingers tingle, longing to map bulges and planes
My skin holds memories of yours:
the rasp and sting of your jaw;
the taunt smoothness of your shoulders;
the firm roundness of your butt in my palms;
the feel of you buried deep inside me.
Lashes flutter with a soft groan.

Suddenly, frozen in awareness,
Still but for that one
part that jerks in excitement
You lock me with an expression I know well.

The arch of a brow
invites me to play;
the curve of those lips
as they flash a crooked grin,
says you know I like what I see.
The glint in your eyes proclaims
you'll fulfill every one of my fantasies.
The slight movement of your hand
beckons me to join.

Slowly I move, discarding clothes on my way--
Body languid and wet before reaching you,
heated by the focused desire
stamped in your features.
Enveloped in a warm fog of steam and longing
Tongue flicking to the base of your throat,
Feeling your pulse, tasting
water-flavored you.
The taste and scent indicating I'm home.

Wrapping my arms around your neck,
hardened nipples rubbing harder chest,
I surrender to your will,
knowing there is no right, no wrong
only us.

Hair wrapped around your fist;
legs squeezing your hips;
cool tiles against my back;
hand at my throat;
You thrusting endlessly inside me
as you gather my brokenness
until the centering is an excruciating
food of pleasure
leaving me sobbing.

In aftermath, I'm a rag doll
And the shampoo and soap
could never compare to
the cleansing of my soul.

With you, every little dirty thing
is made clean again.