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WASHDOWN
At your place in town
I wash myself down.
Permission you gave,
when back from the rave,
to use your shower
at that late hour.
You'd said, 'Go in first'.
While you slaked your thirst
from fridge in kitchen,
I got no-stitch-on
before the mirror,
baring my figure.
While I'm in daydream,
shower's glass doors steam
as I warm to the feel
from head hair to heel
of the cascade warm
on my naked form.
You open room's door,
you are in the raw -
nowt on but your smile.
I discern your wile
from your downward glance
to where I'd worn pants.
My butt cheeks clenchen,
I rise with tension.
The glass doors you slide
apart open wide,
step into that space,
move up to my face.
I tweak shower head
so water will spread
and baptize your skin,
shine you like new pin.
You smooth wet hair back,
make brunette look black,
Your raised upper arms
highlight forward charms.
Embracing we squeeze,
our tensions release,
link up mouth to mouth.
Fires break loose down south
as meeting of thighs
extends more my size.
Much soap I apply
from chest down to thigh,
massage through your bush,
making pussy flush.
Gesture you return,
fanning my lust's burn,
then you give fair head
to my pencil lead.
You then draw back up,
allow me to tup,
sink in your wet hole.
Then we rock and roll......
I wash myself down.
Permission you gave,
when back from the rave,
to use your shower
at that late hour.
You'd said, 'Go in first'.
While you slaked your thirst
from fridge in kitchen,
I got no-stitch-on
before the mirror,
baring my figure.
While I'm in daydream,
shower's glass doors steam
as I warm to the feel
from head hair to heel
of the cascade warm
on my naked form.
You open room's door,
you are in the raw -
nowt on but your smile.
I discern your wile
from your downward glance
to where I'd worn pants.
My butt cheeks clenchen,
I rise with tension.
The glass doors you slide
apart open wide,
step into that space,
move up to my face.
I tweak shower head
so water will spread
and baptize your skin,
shine you like new pin.
You smooth wet hair back,
make brunette look black,
Your raised upper arms
highlight forward charms.
Embracing we squeeze,
our tensions release,
link up mouth to mouth.
Fires break loose down south
as meeting of thighs
extends more my size.
Much soap I apply
from chest down to thigh,
massage through your bush,
making pussy flush.
Gesture you return,
fanning my lust's burn,
then you give fair head
to my pencil lead.
You then draw back up,
allow me to tup,
sink in your wet hole.
Then we rock and roll......
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