SLID
You slid the bar of soap out of its wrapper
Then over your skin it slid, so indulgent the water
Slid a towel off the rack
Slid it around your back
The slowing droplets, as they slid down your leg to the floor, made a soft plop
You shut it off then slid your iphone cross the table top
You took your towel then and slid it between the bed and me
Then you slid in next to me
I couldn’t wait and slid my tongue into your mouth
Then I slid it south…
Back I slid that delicate skin
You moaned as you slid in
About the Creator
Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
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