The water slides down her skin
leaving behind a slippery, sensuous path.
as she tilts her face up into the spray,
water gliding over her shoulders
droplets gathering on hardened nipples
while a cascade of water
slowly wends its way
down the smooth expanse of her back
along the curve of her arse
and lazily finds its way
to the curves and muscles of her thighs
gathering speed as it encompasses her calves
finally pooling about her polished toes.
It is a path that his eyes have traveled often.
Oh how he wishes to be those innocent droplets,
though his thoughts are hardly so.
His fingers itch
to touch, to stroke, to squeeze and pinch
by his lips and tongue
as she becomes wetter
but not from the water.
Artwork by Steve Hanks