Moist Pleasure

 

I see you lying there before me.
A steam-filled invitation to partake of your wonders.

The scent of lavender fills the air
as I move closer to you.

Your soothing touch beckons me.

Slowly,

I remove this armor.

Piece by piece.

Until I stand,
cold and naked before you.

Gently, I slip between your walls.
You cover me completely
in a warm blanket of moist pleasure.

My breath is taken away.

In a euphoric state I lay,
submerged in your warm caress.
Tensions are released
and I lose consciousness.

I awake to find
what was once warm and inviting,
has now turned cold and damp.
My wrinkled skin
is now a testament
to my long slumber.

Slowly, I rise.

Taking my leave from you
I wrap my nakedness
in the comfort of a soft towel.
And leave behind
this porcelain paradise.

 

Reviews

[Affinity]

Once young, then old. This is a very sensual poem. It moves
slow and absorbs the senses.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Very erotic, sensual stuff here and very well written. I love the twist at the end that shows its the bathtub you're leaving and not a lover, just excellent.