I relish the instant you enter, dropping your clothes haphazardly on the floor. I get turned on by your very touch, the way you handle me. I delight in caressing your slender form, savoring every inch of skin exposed to me. I relish the complete abandon of your movements under my taciturn gaze. However, I despise the moment you touch me again, turning my knob, effectively cutting off the flow of water raining down on you.
I can't write well upon demand. I have to wait until a picture, theme or whatever hits me. I use real world experiences in my writing. Music is an inspiration. Some of my poems or whatever are random,.. more..