He can't avoid the lusty thoughts
her words evoke in him; remembering
her words about using his shower,
he imagines her there, showering
after love making, and himself laying
on the unmade bed, listening to
the sound of the running water, still
in the grip of sweet post-coital languor,
yet thinking of her hands moving
on her body, soaping herself, and in
his vision he imagines them to be his
hands, caressing her again.
12.07.2024
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