They showered together,
lathered each the other,
soaped up
and then
turned on the tap,
washed off and up;
he moving along
her spine his finger,
moving on around
to her *******
O boy, what a laugh,
better than a bath;
she washing along
his chest hairy,
soaked, then down
to his orchestra stalls
and Moby ****
washed and soothed,
and he kissing
in his blindness
with water,
her cheek, lips,
forehead;
she licking under
his chin, his jaw,
tongued, kissing
his upper lip
(blinded by
water, too),
then he began to sing,
baritone,
some Italian
love song,
not a note wrong,
his hand moving
along her ****
in circular motion,
she filling up with water
and deep emotion.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
They showered together,
lathered each the other,
soaped up
and then
turned on the tap,
washed off and up;
he moving along
her spine his finger,
moving on around
to her *******
O boy, what a laugh,
better than a bath;
she washing along
his chest hairy,
soaked, then down
to his orchestra stalls
and Moby ****
washed and soothed,
and he kissing
in his blindness
with water,
her cheek, lips,
forehead;
she licking under
his chin, his jaw,
tongued, kissing
his upper lip
(blinded by
water, too),
then he began to sing,
baritone,
some Italian
love song,
not a note wrong,
his hand moving
along her ****
in circular motion,
she filling up with water
and deep emotion.
ON A COUPLE SHARING A SHOWER.
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