...to lick at that fluff of suds left
on my neck where I swiped
at the tickling trail of sweat
...to put your hands into the sink
with mine, your chest pressed to my back
lifting dripping fingers of soapy water
to trail up my arms and chest
...to whisper, "keep washing," against my
ear as you lifted my breasts
and moved against me, then
pulled my shorts aside
...to torment me so with such thrusting
silent passion, taking your joy between my thighs
in the midst of my domesticity .....
what possessed you....
...to possess me