last night, in the shower, i closed my eyes and danced

i danced
and my fingers danced along
and my hands were your hands 
and we danced together
but you only danced with your eyes, and they were just like snakes
following my every move
sneaking into my swishing and hissing pores

and so
your gentle hands danced all over my soapy slippery surface
and slithering
down my slopes

from my neck to my chest
from my stomach to my hips
from my thighs to your breath
from my lips to your kiss

it was no hot water soaking me,
it was this.

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