Heart of Fire

Sauna

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


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