I couldn’t help myself when I saw you in the shower. I’ve studied every inch of you and yet whenever I see your nude body swaying behind the frosted glass I am born again. A being of pure pathos and singular in intent.
I forget the whole picture but remember the parts. I am unable to comprehend you. How could an insect fathom the sea? I see you turn your back to me. I remember those two indents on your lower back that were made to rest my thumbs when I hold your hips. I recall a feeling, not a time or place, when we were intertwined like that. My chest was hot with blood and your moans made it rush faster.
I open the door and you jump. You smile Heaven. You speak an Angel’s chorus. I falter and my heart, once throbbing, has gone silent. I move closer. Your breasts push up on my chest, and your stomach my manhood. I caress your soft wet cheek. I want to taste you again. I need to. I feel your breath in my mouth. Your tongue wrestles with mine. My eyes are closed, all I feel is you. You reach and paint your hand from my abdomen to my shoulder. With simple movements and thoughtless touches you reach my soul, but you never believe me when I tell you. You laugh your beautiful laugh and remain unaware of the devastation you cause me.