Making the deep auburn tan glisten;
Highlighting the tan lines around your breasts
Showing small erect pink nipples,
Pointing arousal in the mist.
As the water falls over your body,
It trickles down, slowly, and begins to christen
The slender curves where you’ve been blessed;
Your body shivers as the droplets send ripples
Arousing feelings you can’t resist.
Your hair falls down over your shoulders
Caressing your dark skin in waves,
Lingering there as you begin to massage
Nooks and crannies only you know how to touch,
Sending erotic tingles that mingle along your spine.
Your hands caress your small boulders
Tweaking the middle of them in stages,
Painting a picture- an erotic collage;
Your fingers the paint brushes that you clutch
That feels a point once hidden behind a puffy line.
The soapy paint trickles down your curves
Accentuating points touched by fingertip brushes,
Swirling around, caressing tight corners
Causing arousing effectual intense moans
Of pure desire that leaves you wanting more.
You stop a moment, sigh, and continue to serve,
Rubbing your bristles in very light touches
All along your deep tanned borders
Bringing you into a frenzy leaving you sexually stoned
Where your climax hits suddenly and you begin to pour.
Out of you with a sexual yell, you begin to gush,
Flooding the shower floor as you massage your clit;
Intense, the feeling makes you buckle your knees
As the painted picture nears the end
Culminating in a collapse of needed desire.
There you sit on the cool wet tile with a sexual flush,
Glowing from energy that left you in a sexual fit,
Reeling in desires that made you say please,
Thanking God for your hands that lend
Help in putting out an erotic fire.
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