Amongst the silver drops of rain
I heard the silent water hiss
Invited with a hazy hold
And a pull of a longing kiss.
Wrinkled layers she then removed
Heavy onto the floor they land
Kneeling down onto her two knees
My pole she squeezed in her hand.
My legs swayed silently I prayed
I would not waver nor to twist
Slippery stone I tried to grip
In the fog of a sparkling mist.
I held her head between my hands
In blissful hope of finding peace
Not one to gag nor one to cease
Her mouth welcomed my own release.
I sucked a lip then bit a bite
A little pain I wished conveyed
To show how male strength is born
Who is in charge, and power played.
“No way in hell,” a wicked smile
Pushed to land on wiggling knees
Legs wide open to let me roam
Her little folds wanting to tease.
Tongue wriggles as quick as it could
To hear a sigh that did not last
It swirled and drank her drops of life
Trickling of musk as it passed.
I wish to be invited again
To soak in the river of lust
In another shower of dreams
To bathe before I turn to dust.







Well…well. what kind of shower is this?
the kind you go out dirtier then you come into
Omg. Love it
Oh my…..gives a whole new meaning to a ‘shower head’.
Well written🤘
Thanks Peter… every shower should have a head
Love your intimate plumbing, Sam xx
Pluming?! I didn’t know this is what they call that … live and learn