A shower dance

It’s quiet. Only our bodies are heard hugging each other. And breathing the same way.
You reach my waist with your palms
and you embrace me.
So I can feel your body firmly …
So you can feel the moan on my lips …
Our hearts are beating so fast.

You detach yourself from me for just a few moments, just to let the water flow among us.
You kiss me again. But this time your hands are sliding all over my body. It’s wet and hot and you love it.
We are smiling.
We melt into each other’s eyes.
We don’t talk, but we say so much.

I raise my hands above my head and begin to gently twist myself between your arms. Like a dance. Like in a modeling game. I twist a little bit, while your palms draw my neck, roundness of the breasts, hips.
I’m so wet. And I know it’s not the fault of the water that continues to spray us.
It’s your fault. So I take your hand in mine and guide you
… until your fingers slide inside me.

My body twitch with every move of yours. I whisper that our morning is wonderful.

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