I can feel your hot tears
in the curves of my back

you tell me this is wrong,
but you still got the soap in your hands,
washing my every bend

you are young and foolish;
I’m supposed to be wise,
but I can’t get past
the passion in your eyes

you’re hiding behind your hair
kissing drops falling from my finger tips

press your layers against me
bend down, with tongue inside

let me suck you in;
nothing more to hide
today, we throw shame aside.

07/12/2005