By Chris W. at Perby1@aol.com
Date: 14 August 2000
Dishes
closer now, i brush against your buttocks
and sway just a bit for you to feel me against you.
breathing slowly, but increasingly harder on your neck,
i make sure to draw my breaths near your skin,
so that you can feel the alternating heat and coolness.
i see the goosebumps rise on your arms, and i know i'm getting to you.
you lean over some, and rest your soapy hands on the edges of the sink.
i let my hands glide gently down your sides, grazing the sides of your breasts
(you always loved to be teased), and you let out a sigh...
as if that breath carried all your anxiety away with it.
My hands meet again at your navel, having negotiated your apron,
and i apply the slightest pressure, massaging your stomach.
letting out a barely audible moan, you decide to turn to me.
but i don't allow you, because i want you to wait and anticipate.
the tension of this causes you to curl your fingers
against the metal of the sink, and you push your backside into me
a little harder to feel me better.
i travel up you ribcage and find the lower curve of your breasts
where i linger a while, carressing them with the tips of my fingers.
finally, as i begin to lose control, i kiss full and wet
the back of your neck, and i cannot tease anymore.
i feel you firmly, but gently, and you scream the tiniest scream.
you move to turn again, and i cannot conceive of stopping you a second time.
my passions and yours have exploded now, like a weir bursting
from the pressures of flooding waters.
i meant to seduce you, and in so doing seduced myself by you.
in an empassioned moment, we find ourselves tangled on the kitchen floor
in a muddle of ties, aprons, suds and sweat, looking to finish
what must now be completed.
Sometimes...doing the dishes can be unexpectedly fun.
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