From the view of a poof

(This poem is by the "poof's eye view", so to speak, of someone in the shower)

I'm sitting in your hand.
Glistening from the spicy fragranced gel soap you've worked into me.
Your fingers idly work that soap into a lather.
My first contact with you...

I'm gliding over your chest now.
Dark brown curls are now soapy in my wake.
Travelling down your arms; first one, then the other.
Making those toned muscles of yours sleek and shiny.

Down your stomach now. To almost-perfectly carved abs.
Up the sides of your ribcage, and returning downwards.
Across that nice, streamlined back. Down to those gorgeous buttocks of yours. How I wish I were a hand, so I could give them a naughty little squeeze.

Back around to the front now. Down toned, and muscular thighs and legs.
I feel their power as I glide over them. Commanding. Rigid.
And alas, between those legs to that even more commanding and powerful cock.

Just a simple little being, I am, yet I'm humbled at this daily opportunity to witness something as beautiful as this. A man in all his naked glory. It's truly a wonderful sight to behold.