Erotic PoetrySinsWash away
Down the drain
My sins and soap
Floating on a river
Counter clockwise
Like rain
Over my head
Over my tender breasts
Close my eyes
Breathe in the scent
Lingering, then fade
Run my fingers
Through my tangled hair
(wrapped in his fist)
An ache between –
Everywhere
Warm waves of water
Pulsing my back
(scratched by his nails)
Over curves of skin
Softness, molded
Scrubbed, rough
Washing away
Sins of flesh
Sins no more
Cleansed
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