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By His Little Fullback Date: 2002 Jun 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.14.17.13.10061]] |
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The drips of water glide from your skin My tounge chases them Up and down your back The heat and the steam mix somewhere Tighter and tigher your arms wrap around me I feel you rise Your lips kissing and searching Finding a spot you begin to nibble Driving me wild Dove soap and water turning into an exploration Discovering the corners, twists, and shapes Secret places, touched and cleansed Sudds and bubbles An exotic blend The sweet little words that you say in my ear Your chin cuddled deep in my neck The first shower we took Not much has changed since then The same passion The look in your eye Your gaze into my soul Then you whisper "Morning sex sounds great" |