Like Old Spice Fiji

You’re in the shower with    
your dick in your hand    
while I watch,  
arms crossed,  
and my skin
crawls with  
goosebumps  
over how much  
I want to use    
your come    
like body wash.    
   
Exfoliate my skin with you.    
 
See if I can soak you in    
so I feel like satin,    
and smell like your desire.    
   
And I want to find a sexy way,  
a pretty way,    
to describe    
how my body    
lubes itself    
for you.  
   
But there isn’t anything    
pretty about    
the thick, clear, fluid,    
that forms a glistening web    
on my two fingers  
when I pull them out and    
paint your lips    
with me.    
   
Watching you    
jack off in the shower    
makes me feel  
not wet,  
   
fuck wet,  
   
makes me ready.  
   
Ready  
to be fucked  
until you're branded    
on the fibers  
of my muscle,  
   
the fibers of  
my being.  
   
And fuck,  
I’m … so … ready…  
   
   
But first.    
   
Before you  
take me back in  
your arms and  
make me forgot  
how it feels to  
cross my legs  
without    
wincing  
a little,  
   
you’re going to  
need to take  
your dick  
in your hand again.  
   
But baby,    
this time,  
   
don't waste yourself    
against the tile,    
when I have    
   
all this    
bare skin