Scalding hot; the stream of water coddles my shoulders,
The water, Douses the flames of our fiery passion.
I undress my convictions at the door, and pretend the water’s not burning away my filth,
as my feelings are bubbling down the shower drain.
Your shoulders; soft like peach fuzz if I thought that were soft,
Because like most times, I lie when it comes to how I feel.
I rinse the nocturnal shades of lust with a dab of resentment,
I redress my feelings like I fold origami, trying to perfect the rhythm, to get a masterpiece,
Deception is only tricky when the lights are on.
Boy how I see you clearly in this light.
You tease me with listless words, as I shimmy my hair in the dulling shower.
The hot drool from the shower head, becomes swiftly like a cold, grievous thunderstorm, pouring buckets of sharp knives on my skin,
I gasp for warmth, much like I cringe at the thought of the shower being turned off,
And you to see my curvatures, and most importantly my pupils
Flexed wide open thinking; loving you is futile.
And yet, as we leave and you sweep the water off your shoulders,
And tuck the towel in between your creases, I’m wondering why I want one second more,
Of the scalding hot shower, and your sinking teeth in me until morn?