The warm drops of water pour over me as you stand from a distance and watch.
The suds slowly glide down my curvaceous body as you move closer
Mimicking my hands with your own over my warm smooth skin
I look into your eyes, your ever so innocent eyes.
Our lips touch and you hold me tight so gracefully and gently as if you fear breaking me.
But you can’t break me; you only make me stronger
under this pouring waterfall of heat and above this basin of porcelain.
By: The Infamous Ames
The suds slowly glide down my curvaceous body as you move closer
Mimicking my hands with your own over my warm smooth skin
I look into your eyes, your ever so innocent eyes.
Our lips touch and you hold me tight so gracefully and gently as if you fear breaking me.
But you can’t break me; you only make me stronger
under this pouring waterfall of heat and above this basin of porcelain.
By: The Infamous Ames
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