Take my hand and come with me
To a private chamber fixed for us.
Sensual steam rising, enveloping
Soft-focus images wrapped in gauzy mist.
Your billowy towel tucked tight,
Just concealing swells of ample breasts.
Sliding slowly off, revealing skin soft,
Nipples hard with fresh arousal.
Feeling you fully skin to skin,
As gentle spray like summer rain
Washes bodies slick and soapy.
Touching, feeling, sliding, yielding.
Wet now with our mutual wanting,
Moving, rocking, thrusting, grinding.
Cool tile pressing, caressing hot flesh.
Ragged breathing, breasts heaving.
Faster, freer, feeling fuller
Then the searing grand explosion.
Clutching, clinging, throbbing ceasing,
Melting into glorious wetness.
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