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Steam on the Mirror
Ballads of LOVE
are sent to your soul;
these notes surround you,
captivate you, caress's your every curve
& help you feel the feel.
No need to turn up the
volume, you hear the words
& I feel your moves.
The heat is going up
between us & the water
falling on us can only cool us down.
Each bead of water that hits
your body, trickles down
in curvacious movements & makes
your body glissen, makes it hard
not to touch you, to lick each
bit of the water off you,
have a tall glass of you.
Holding you close to me
feeling each movement, each note,
my hands make their journey
both up and down the waterfall
which decends down & through
the peaks of your valley;
All I wanna do is touch you !!
As I wash your body,
soapy bubbles cover you,
& Kamasutric thoughts cross my mind
but the soap can't clean
whats on my mind.
My hands have concluded
down the paths of you,
not wanting to leave,
but knowing that what they are
leaving, was just the beginning...
Now the only thing between
me seeing you is a thin
mist covering our reflection.
I wonder what goes on over on
the other side of our reflection,
who really is the reflection
in this life....
And in one wipe of the steam,
we created,
I see you coming towards
me, hiding nothing, bare essentials
& know I am on the right side
because I got you &
OUR music is still playing.
