In the shower

As you pull the bathroom door closed
And slip off your cotton bathrobe,
Feel a breath of cool draught on you
From your shoulders down your backbone
To the pit of your back, from where
Your buttocks and your rounded hips
Rise in perfect womanliness.
I am that breath!

As your fingers test the shower-jet,
Run from cold, to warm, to warmer,
Feel a tingle in those fingers
As though loving lips brushed by them
And a tongue licked down, between them,
Placed a kiss in your palm-centre,
And another – there – on your wrist.
I am those lips!

As you step into the cascade
And you put your face up to it
Feel a long, delightful stroking
Slick your hair behind your ear-lobes,
Touch your shoulders with caresses,
Easing down and round your bosom,
Lightly – droplets – on your nipples.
I am that caress!

As you chose you favourite shower-gel,
Working it into a lather,
Smell that scent that clings around you –
The familiar scent of woman –
Something that we’ve shared between us
During secret, sacred moments
In our cabin in the mountains.
I am that scent!

As you run your hands all over,
Smoothly, on your body contours,
Feel two other hands come stealing,
Intimate and – yes – arousing,
Fingers teasing round your buttocks,
Searching, finding, touching, tracing,
Pressing, probing – but so tender!
I am those hands!

As you lean against the cool wall
With the water running down you,
Feel a tightness at your centre,
And a build-up of the tension,
Where your fingers meet your love-bud,
And the racing of your heartbeat,
And the coming, coming, coming!
I am in that climax!

As you step out of the shower,
Wrap a towel around your shoulders,
Feel its roughness on your nipples,
And its warmth upon your stomach,
As it soaks up all the moisture,
Like two loving arms around you,
Like a love complete, unspoken.
I am that love!