Seclusions Of The Fog

The night requires a certain heat
to remedy the chill
of this damp drizzle;
a fog shrouds the premises
obliterating the evidence
that there are others on this street
 
It appears that civilization vanished, hearing my breath
for the first time in days
- this silence,
serene and seductive,
but here I am still famished
 
Running water fills the tub,
as patterns of steam float
to obscure any reflection;
the uniform of the work day
randomly littered on hardwood
in preparation for a scrub
 
A foot goes in, only to retreat
in shock,
that jarring contrast of extremes
to bare body - a touch intense;
letting it cool, a shift in awareness
travels to cock
 
She preferred the company of suds, calmly lowering into the bubbly layer of pleasing fruit tones;
once submerged, the level, just above the bust
 
I would soap them with bare hand,  
cupping the water  
just to let it slip through my fingers  
and spill across chest,
moving from left to right
to get the whole span  
 
Between her legs,
swipes from the cloth
applied with great care,
knuckle travelling groove
and several twists
at the top
 
As I worked her close to the edge,
lulling intense little moans  
she opened her mouth,
a repeated, silent gesture  
that my pleasure must be fed
 
A shot of cum blasts me in the belly - a startled surprise;
releasing my grip,
my focus adjusts
to clean up the evidence
just in time
to find
a warm bath ready.