as the drips and drops fall
over and
they form the smooth and cover
us
I take the soap and feel you
pour the breasts
of angels kiss your chest
and lather up with searching hands
to kiss your lips of water
thrust
touch deep and curve
your body aligns
legs fine
I wash the parts I love the most
oh to hold them close
fuck me now
in rhythm right
until the curtains fall
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