of water and touch

she says she wants something solid and hard and i look down at my penis pressing into the cheek of her buttocks, both red from heat of water and touch. the width of her body is the length of my penis and i wonder at this. i wonder at this and i wonder at the water, the heat of the water, the heat of both the water and her touch, and the firmness of my penis pressed into her skin.


in a shower cubicle we are beneath the hot water and she is naked back in front of me and i can only see the water rushing over her skin and her ass and the blood rushing into my penis and the hardness coming and the growth coming and the length and heavy width coming and i am hard now as i watch the water rushing over her skin and oh, her ass.

i hear a tap dripping

i hear a tap dripping and my lover breathing heavy sobs and the cold is still ice layered thin and shaved light upon my skin, O prickled winter of outside, you make our love freeze over!
through clouds of wintered breath my lover ran ahead, feet tapping on the glistening orange wet of streetlight-lit footpath and O there swayn from above, drizzle gently layed upon her hair, bouncing with her step. we were to write a script at home, in warmth and love, but beneath bare blanket stripped of cover my lover lie, breathing heavy sobs of prickled winter cold, and beside her i write:

O love, and wintered us - are we without light upon our skin?