POEM INSPIRED BY SKC5'S  "...NIRVANA'S BLISS"

Drenched in waterfall  
of the shower stall,  
your moaned name I call  
as to you I fall.  
 
You won't be deterred,  
resistance deferred  
as, true to your word,  
with condom you gird.  
 
My hands brush your pecs,  
kisses fall on necks....  
Not since my late ex  
I've enjoyed such sex.  
 
Starting at the brain,  
you take away pain.  
The shower, like rain,  
splashes, steams, the pane.  
 
In wet naked bliss  
we exchange a kiss.  
Your fingers raise bliss  
on my clitoris.  
 
Against me you push,  
your hand cups my bush  
as we kiss lips brush,  
then on necks raise blush.  
 
Soon we are bumping  
walls with our humping.  
Your thrusting pumping  
has my pulse jumping.  
 
Continued urging  
of bodies' surging,  
leads to a purging  
Two in one merging.  
 
From within my groove  
the earth starts to move  
as you eager prove  
the depths of your love.  
 
I am near screaming  
as I am creaming -  
awake 'wet dreaming'  
amidst the steaming.  
 
We wash ourselves down,  
to our feet from crown.  
We dry off, then gown.  
For night we bed down.  
 
At dawn we waken,  
and make love again,  
then to shower pen  
whose door we darken.