Extremely wet

flesh need to scour,
starting up shower,

when it’s warm enough,
stripping to the buff,

under the jet’s cascade,
life’s stresses fade,

head back, eyes closed,
under water posed,

don’t hear door open,
shower’s noise does deafen,

when I open eyes,
your nakedness spies,

i’m smiling so wide,
as you step inside,

the heart fills with glee,
as your lips kiss me.

massaging your back,
water down does track,

in little ripples,
on breasts and nipples,

caressing your arms,
with my tender palms,

sliding them round waist,
as our bodies paste,

you lean back on me,
my kisses roam free,

on shoulders and neck,
there I softly peck,

cupping your soft breasts,
feeling hardened crests,

knowing you’re excited,
makes me delighted,

leaving one cupped there,
other goes elsewhere,

smooth slippery mound,
straying fingers found,

slowly parting lips,
water down you drips,

exploring your slit,
caressing your clit,

so extremely wet,
as my fingers fret,

your face turns to mine,
and our tongues entwine,

kiss soft and tender,
in moist surrender,

keeping hand in place,
turn till face to face.

breasts squashed against mine,
fingers on my spine,

water runs in streams,
in the harsh light gleams,

finger pushes in,
till it’s deep within,

then moves in and out,
in this sensual bout,

our lips still kissing,
our heartbeats racing,

then from shower fled,
racing for the bed,

towelling ourselves down,
falling on eiderdown,

your legs over edge,
between them I wedge.

leaning to kiss breasts,
and then those hard crests,

hands caress on sides,
from thighs to ribs glides,

suck hard on nipple,
and your sighs ripple,

pinching other one,
and your juices run,

your eyes capture mine,
with such lust they shine,

kissing your breastbone,
makes you moan and groan,

going down on you,
and you start to mew.

tongue traces on mound,
exploring around,

follows strip of hair,
down to moist hot lair,

raising up your hips,
hands beneath you slips,

blowing over clit,
and up and down slit,

eyes softly implore,
you really want more,

from top to bottom,
down to your rectum,

then back up to top,
tongue does juices mop,

your clit so rigid,
your taste is splendid.

with short little licks,
my tongue at you flicks,

things just feel better,
you just get wetter,

so I lick harder,
and your hips answer,

rocking to and fro,
as more juices flow,

tongue presses inside,
then around does slide,

grinding against my face,
fingers in my hair lace,

your breasts my hands seek,
nipples tug and tweak,

lifting up your hips,
so tongue deeper dips.

tongue pushes inward,
your hands lift upward,

puts on top of mine,
as you arch your spine,

moving to your clit,
round my tongue does flit,

with each stroke hips rise,
rotating clockwise,

one hand moves down skin,
pushes two fingers in,

so hot, wet and tight,
at your clit I bite,

teasing it with tongue,
as your sighs are sung,

flicking to and fro,
as those passions grow.

rhythm hips dictate,
by pace they gyrate,

you’re so nearly cumming,
tongue on you strumming

by your ragged breathing,
know passions are seething,

your soft moan is heard,
when I add a third,

inner muscles squeeze,
sensation does please,

licking and sucking,
your hips start bucking,

wetness drips and lands,
upon face and hands,

feeling you getting near,
as I probe your rear,

your moans grow louder,
your hands grip tighter,

holding me in place,
grinding against face,

screaming out my name,
finally you came,

as the wetness flows,
skin so ruddily glows,

savouring the taste,
no drop goes to waste,

fingers stroke inside,
tongue on clit does glide,

as your hips gyrate,
lust to fully sate,

panting at fast pace,
heartbeat seems to race,

each and every wave,
does control deprave,

from joyous climax,
finally you relax,

after juices sup,
slowly I move up,

lower lips to yours,
kiss with widening jaws,

your tang has flavour,
now you too can savour,

as our tongues entwine,
the tenderness divine,

nothing else matters,
heart pitter-patters,

in my arms you sigh,
there’s just you and I.

11 thoughts on “Extremely wet

  1. Interesting, stimulating. I have just been creating a shower situation poem of the various journeys of water drops… as though none of the drops have quite the same path as any of the others as they meet together down the drain. Your adventures as written here, wow! Cold shower time. Writing now, can wait!

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