Under the shower

So dazed am I
Days a blur, night sheer torture.

Painted in an imaginary world of amorous witchery
Craving for your gluey yet musky glory.
As your passion speaks through your embrace
As your lips take away my breathe.
Enraptured and flushed I stand rooted,
Superficially trying to escape.

As my senses tickles in your neat touch
You bind my roaring beats with remarkable patience
Cradling my sexuality in your masculine haze,
You take me to the shower to bathe.

As the outpour trickles subduing my rage, highlighting my flimsy contour
Rage you will not just from outside but from inside.
Stripping me of my attire as the soap slithers as you desire,
You bathe with me under the shower.
Soaked in gushing flow,
We both sink in the river of impure.