Steam Room

When you were driving away from me,
I pictured me by your side.
At the gym just me and you,
Is all that was on my mind.
 
Towel wrapped tightly around your form,
Is where my lost thoughts wandered.
In envy of hot steam surrounding you,
Making your soft skin warmer.
 
Droplets of water sprinkle your neck,
Your elbows resting on your knees.
Water slowing descending your form,
Towards the darkness that it sees.
 
Your too small towel falling open,
But you don’t seem to mind.
With the weary water now making its way,
Moistening the pink rosebuds it finds.
 
Sliding it’s way down your skin,
Pausing at your soft wisps.
Then glistening as it arrives,
Joining the wetness of pink lips.
 
I long to be like the water mist,
Surrounding your beautiful skin.
Traveling slowly across your beautiful form,
To secret places I have been