Sensual Bathing
Cool spray soaks us both,
I run the sponge softly along
sensuous, graceful curves and hard,
straight, lines, water beading on
smooth skin. The droplets
burst beneath my fingers and
the white soapy suds overflow,
gently rolling to the floor
as I massage softly, first the front,
then move to the rear and down.
Later, a soft, clean towel rubs us
both dry.
I love washing my bike.
Copyright 2007 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Sensual Bathing
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Labels: biker poems, biker poetry, biker poets, motorcycle poetry, poetry
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