He wants to be friends and I want to go to war with him in the shower...

I hear
the water  
running  
and  
wonder  
how he  
made  
it home  
before  
me  
right before  
peeking  
through the  
ensuite door  
and  
his silhouette  
tells me  
he’s in the  
midst  
of  
fisting  
his rock  
hard  
godliness  
and  
I’m in awe  
hungrily  
waiting  
for him  
to  
notice me  
aching  
to be  
pushed up  
against  
the glass  
as he  
tilts  
my waist  
and  
penetrates  
my senses  
hard & deep  
with  
a fist full  
of
hair  
as I decipher  
his inaudible  
smutty
whispers  
before  
he then
grips  
my throat  
and  
I grind  
my hips  
in the  
opposite  
direction  
to his  
just  
to make it  
hurt  
so good
until
we both
explode  
upon  
one another.