Soapy hands
gliding gently over
the surface of
our mutual curiosity
looking down crevices
filling up the holes
front to back back to front
urgently accessible
we are unable to
stop touching each other
when near and naked
even as we wash away
the scent and sweat
of our time in bed
bodies remembering
the intensity
we do not rush
to dry off our desire
And so we begin again
with added wetness
Slipping and gliding
Savouring and cementing
as she clamps
my cock with her pussy
our mutual desires
cometo the fore
Cries of joy
pierce the room
resounding
and urging us to
deeper depths
and higher heights
