Soapy hands

gliding gently over

the surface of

our mutual curiosity

looking down crevices

filling up the holes

front to back back to front

urgently accessible

we are unable to

stop touching each other

when near and naked

even as we wash away

the scent and sweat

of our time in bed

bodies remembering

the intensity

we do not rush

to dry off our desire

And so we begin again

with added wetness

Slipping and gliding

Savouring and cementing

as she clamps

my cock with her pussy

our mutual desires

cometo the fore

Cries of joy

pierce the room

resounding

and urging us to

deeper depths

and higher heights