Shower Dreams Tonight Poem by Andrew Vassell

As she stand naked
beneath the steam of
the shower rush. My
hands pinned her's
firmly hight and tight,
while kissing the treasures
of her chest but as her
nipples begins to rise
and the lost in emotions
as she role her eyes.
Intensely feeling, kissing
you bare, loving your sight,
caressing your hair. Is
it just the shower's heat
beginning to steam or is It
the passion of this sexual
dream. Let's lose the
the questions of tonight
and let me keep you wet
till the sun goes back to
night.