Cloudburst of Eroticism
The water runs over my head, hot, stinging,
enveloping my skin with it’s warmth.
My body wakes to the touch of the water.
I feel the blood flowing through my scalp,
my hands, my face, my thighs and feet.
The heat of the water soaks into the tiles
and cups my buttocks with gentle, insistent pressure.
The embrace of the water reminds me of you
and how your touch radiates such heat and security
inside of me.
wrapping your strong arms around me,
encircling me with your love and warmth,
I wish we never had to part.
Thinking of you heats my blood a new way,
and the rising warmth of the shower
matches the growing heat of my body.
I imagine the touch of your hands
gliding down my cheek, my neck, my chest,
as the flow of the water streams down my breasts.
Shutting my eyes, leaning my head into the
insistent rhythm of the water,
I remember the feel of your flesh against mine,
and my hands recreate for my body
what my mind is re living,
while the water softly pulsates me as you have done
throughout nights just past.
And while I am caught up in this rapture,
flung upward in a flood of memory and new sensation
of your hands sliding around my waist,
I remember you pulling my body towards your mouth
the heat of your tongue overpowering the waters warmth.
I remember exactly the way you pressed against my warm washed body
dream and memories merge,
sending me flying once more into the joy of our passion,
while all around the water splashes,
and the steam softly obscures the features of the room,
until only wet flesh and heated memories remain.