I vision you here, in this hot shower with me.
Washing your body down with Dove Soap.
Creating circular motion on your chest as you smile,
while I grab your waistline.
Feeling all over your back
arms
kissing your stomach &
touching places I know I shouldn’t.
Temperature rises, the air is foggy.
I hear your voice in the mist whispering my name.
This moment is so surreal ,
until the phone rings on the counter.
& then I open my eyes,
turn off the shower,
realizing my mind is playing tricks on me.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
I vision you here, in this hot shower with me.
Washing your body down with Dove Soap.
Creating circular motion on your chest as you smile,
while I grab your waistline.
Feeling all over your back
arms
kissing your stomach &
touching places I know I shouldn’t.
Temperature rises, the air is foggy.
I hear your voice in the mist whispering my name.
This moment is so surreal ,
until the phone rings on the counter.
& then I open my eyes,
turn off the shower,
realizing my mind is playing tricks on me.
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