Come take a shower with me, he said seductively.
The smile on his face instantly let me know
I was in trouble.
Babe, I’m already clean, I respond.
He smiles and nods. “Oh, I know”
I’m feeling a bit dirty, he says
as he kisses my neck,
And when he does that, I know what’s next.
Before I can even protest,
we are in the shower.
Clothes on the floor
wig hanging next to the towels.
I love our tandem showers.
The water running between us as our lips touch
and his fingers explore and knock on every door
til one opens for him
Saying no to this would have been a sin.
A failure to be faithfully blessed
It would be akin to blasphemy to protest.
The devotion and adoration from this man,
He’s down on his knees, and I can barely stand.
holding the walls as I come apart
and thinking through the regret I would feel
If I passed up on this deal to feel like
I’m floating on a cloud made of ecstasy.
Just he and I, in the shower
coming clean