Turn me on.
Walk in, and strut.
Take my kiss, then push me away.
Kiss me again, with a bite to my lip.
Hand into my chest, and say be good.
Slide your hand low, as you slip away.
Rock your hips when you sway into my room.
Drop your cloths from your frame, as if I am not here.
Nude, but for that grin, you tell me to stay put.
The steam rises quick, with a turn of a valve.
Anticipation as I hear the water splash, from you.
My imagination teased, by the reflection seen.
I see the dedication, as your hands cleanse slow.
Every inch addressed, you slip out and dry off.
Heat bellows from that room, into mine.
Only one towel as you dry your hair.
Tell me, not yet, when I try to come.
You wink as I watch you.
Your lean is revealing.
Smooth lotion on a fresh shave.
I see you bite your lip.
Spray a sweet scent.
I cannot wait,
Its on
© Jeph Rants
