Wet

Steam radiating from my flesh,
Droplets running over my breasts;
My bare body simply waiting for caress.

Dancing sensually in my stall,
Hips swaying and grazing the wall.
My body is singing the lovers' call.

Can you hear it?
The seductress's spirit.
All weak men fear it.

Real men love the vicosity of the motion.
I move across the skin silkily as lotion.
My legs divide and between them lay the quotient.
The fluidity is quite potent.

I let my fingers entwine above my head.
Up and down my body your entranced eyes are lead
Which rest on the stream of water pooling at the river bed.