You slide like silk--
wet and oily,
making my body tingle with excitement.
Your beauty encapsulates my very being,
your smell is exotic and cryptic,
you make no sound as you do your work,
but you illicit moans of appreciation from myself.
I like to have power over you,
and sometimes I like to be left powerless,
letting whatever may come flow out,
eventually we are finished.
I am wet,
I am oily,
I am satisfied.
I place you on the wall allowing you to dry,
While your colors mingle and take shape,
I take a shower and wash off our passion.