Her skin is like wind under my fingers,
yet cool and silky.
Steam fills the air as hot water
collides with our bodies and she moves against
Our eyes meet, questioning
reach again for her,
Her lips curve into a slender smile and
she welcomes me.
Moonlight and stardust last longer than
but I do not notice,
for her kisses are butterflies on my lips.
I dance from the wine of her mouth to
the ambrosia of her flesh.
I follow the water's path down her back,
tasting honeysuckle and amber.
My hands shape her breasts and she keens
as I pluck nipples stiffened to
She is liquid in my arms, turning to
kiss me as the water goes cool.
I do not care, lost in the world that is
We stumble from the shower, falling into
my room and upon my bed.
The sheets forgive us their drenching.