in bath

The thought of you in a shower screaming my name... So simple a task it is to step into a shower.
The water pelting down hot and strong. With soap in hand you start to wash your body but hearing the shower door slide..
You smile, no need to turn.. my arm comes under yours to take the soap from your hands. A well practised move with us..
my arms around you.. soaping and gathering a lather. Dropping the soap from my hands I start with your breasts,
circling them with my soap hands. You lean against my wet body.. as I work my lathered hands down to your stomach..
to your thighs.. slipping between them with practised ease..soaping...savouring your body.

My teeth bite and nibble at your neck as my hands find all youry curves, fingers slippery with soap and wet finding easily your private spots..



How often I've done this.. how often I've pushed you foward to have you lean hard up against the shower wall as I frisk you..
how often you've turned to face me.. bending low in pretens of taking the fallen soap into your hands but instead taking me into your mouth..
how often.. how many times? ..



I've lost count of them.. how afterwards when dry I lay in my bed.. naked and curled up.. how often have a imagined your arm
slipping around my waist.. pulling me to you again.. having me again.. you marvel at my passion.. my need for you..
I never tire of your touch.. I've said this before.. but its more true than you know..



I never tire of your touch..



I never tire of touching you.. I don't think I ever will.
I love you my babes
xoxoxo
yours for ever