Wet towel...

Wet shoulder's
fresh skin...
 
Afraid to turn round
from the mirror I peer in.
 
Deep brown eyes
more sultry than mine
 
From the outside
the towel moist
privacy makes you  
"Quickly wrap your waist".
 
Eyes dart down.
Confidential frowns.
 
I'm aroused.
It's like a hug I explain.
Not a drug, it's more shame.
 
Vulnerability... they want to know.
Through your towel your tower shows.
 
I'm addicted, but not panicked.
Not shy but prodded.
 
I see that your are
a tasty temptation.
 
I want my way with you
because of who you are.
 
Darkened skin,
hushed grins...
 
I will go there for you, because
we already did.
 
Untameable,
fleeting heart beats
run and depart.
 
I owl, because you yes me
and I seem to enjoy this
"awakening."
 
Hug me,
destroy the hype,
it's desiring a rewrite.
 
But you know this,
so I want you in my room
fresh from prison
I want to know your wet.
 
Cos I see you, through the thin
towel.
 
Penetrating?
 
Yes!