It’s on
Both hands against
the wall of the secluded stall
In slow
motion the drops merge into cords
They dive and
lay on my bare skin
A sleek and
living satin sheet
There is
music in the water
A rhythm of
furtive stares
The soap
smells of freedom
Lather's a scent of
lust
Wash away
sweat and fatigue
Rinse out
these silly tears
Remember
the taste of them lips
A tiny,
wondrous, powerful kiss
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