Sonnet 108 – First Shower

Your hair is washed and clean now, so I fill
my palms with soft soap and rub the liquid
into neck and shoulders and back until
you start to sway and moan.  Feeling wicked,

I wash you with my arms and chest and reach
around to lather your breasts and belly.
Working with purpose – before you can catch
my hands – I trail lips and tongue along the

landscape of you, following the water
which flows along your limbs.  I kneel down and
I turn you to face me as you rest your
thigh on my shoulder.  Writhing hips demand

my attention.  You grip the shower stem
while I kiss and nibble, making you scream.