Song of my life

You start at the very top!
Ah more the torture...

Deliciously so

Dithered a bit ...waiting

then slithered down the curve gently

I, quivered

Knowingly you slacken your pace
prolonging it

savoring it.....

tracing all my curves
with such a gentle touch
Leaving a sensation behind,

A presence........


Me, arched in pleasure
And you, in response
trickled languorously

into the welcoming arms of the bath carpet