His Touch

 Standing in the shower,washing my day away,

listening to the sound of the water as it drowns out everything ,but my thoughts

Feeling the heat cascade down the curves of my body,

  a hand gently touches the small of my back,

  one that has memorized every inch of me.

A touch so familiar...

So loving...

So sensual...

Sending a chill through my body,despite the heat.

Strong arms envelop me,pulling me close.

His lips trace tender kisses up the back of my neck.

Such soft lips I have felt...

Many times...

Many places...

For many years...

He presses his body closer against mine,

  gliding his fingertips slowly over my wet skin.

Loving the feeling...the slight roughness of his hands

Hands that are not afraid of doing a hard day's labor.

Gently,but persistantly...he pushes me forward...

And leans me over.

Sliding his hands down my back,

They come to rest on the curve of my hips.

The hot water,now trailing down between our bodies.

Our need growing in intensity...
Passion...

Desire...

Our bodies longing for that familiar sensation.

The feeling of...becoming one.

His grip tightens and we are...

In ecstasy...

Slowly escaping reality.

Taking in every feeling...

Every sight...

Every sound.

Our movements become more feverish.

Our bodies begin to yearn for release.

Waves of pleasure course through our bodies.

I rise slightly up,

  slinging back my long,wet hair,

Droplets of cool water spraying down his chest.

Finally there...

Ahhh...

Lost...

from reality...

Gently he turns me around,

Our lips meet...light kisses...

From a man whose lips I have felt,

Many times...

Many places...

For many years.