soapy bodies tremble, dancing entwined in the pulsing arc of the hot shower spray bubbles breaking between your breasts as the hair of my chest scrubs you clean skin to skin, our bodies rub together till we are tingling, warmed and pink brought fully alive and ready for love innocently playful, so lusty and eager, whooping, giggling we run from the shower slippery wet and goosebumped fleshed. welcome waves of heat rush from the sauna as we throw open the door and, slip inside The air all around us is heavy with scents rich with fragrance of long heated wood and the sweet musky perfume of your skin tickles my nose, like bubbles in champagne you climb up onto the hot wooden bench purring stretching catlike on the redwood the white towel parts, and then falls away revealing your seductive charms to me you reach for my arms, you reach for my heart you then spread your legs so wide for me with your gentle smile you call me closer to sit before you, rest my head on your thigh a wooden bucket filled with icy water you scoop up a floating loofa sponge and squeeze it over my head and back a cooling waterfall on our fevered skin nimble finger running through my wet hair my eager lips wanting to tell you my heart and to kiss all those places I hold so dear our moans, and sighs a soft litany of love as waves of heat wash over steamy flesh sweaty pools and streams washed away with ice chilled water and loofa strokes to wake us with a paradox of sensations sweltering together, we linger there long till we glow with warmth and love shared our slick shining bodies speak so loudly of the magic moment our spirits paired
W. I. Boucher February 11, 1998