Vulnerable standing in freshly washed skin,
a heart made for love,
a form made for sin.

Moisture condenses in clear liquid beads,
even an angel,
would fall to it’s knees.

Cascading hair covers shoulders and back,
gracefully falling in
waves of jet black.

Exquisiteness issued from steam covered room,
blessing the sun,
and gracing the moon.

Something so simple as shower and soap,
can grant so much pleasure,
restore misplaced hope.

Beauty that blossoms as delicate flower,
shown to mine eyes,
while watching you shower.


5 Responses to Shower

  1. I’m not sure what to say about this, I’m sitting here speechless. Well, that was very good, yes very soft. I loved it!

  2. Oh, anytime. You are a very great writer.

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