Wet Caress

Dare to move
Lest this moment ends.

Jets of water cascade
And splash
My face, my shoulders
Rivulets track everywhere 
Streaking across stomach and legs 
Enveloping my back
Yet I cannot breathe.

I feel you behind
Fingers stroking
Hands gently cupping me
As we become one.

Your lips brush against my neck
My legs quiver
Finally I gasp
Escaping moans
Fill the air
As I reach forwards
My fingers touch the
Cold tiles
Makes me jump
As you make feel
Special.

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