COMING CLEAN
©1999 by shadowJewel

Water about your body temperature
Falls in little rivers
Down my face
My back
My breasts
Finding both front and rear access
Even so slight a tickle
Of water
Forces me to harden
Small bubbles
Escape
And follow the already wet path
Today, for you,
I slow down,
Take longer,
Follow the strands of hair
All the way to the ends
At the back
Of my neck
To the spot
Only you can touch
But then rushing bubbles
Cascade over erect nipples
Winding their way
Across sensitive expanses
On their way
To my feet

But I'm not finished
The rinse is worked and allowed
To stay while water teases
Too soon the heat
Of the water evaporates
As that in me rises
I rinse and feel
The skin lubricated
I find the cold of the tile wall
Between it and the cooling water
I release
The heat
Within me.

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