“I’m sitting here between your legs watching the steam rise off of the water, wondering how the fuck I ended up in the bath with a man like you. Your beard is wet and it’s rubbing against my back, like a sponge as you nibble on my shoulder. Shelter me with your kisses. Don’t stop. I close my eyes. Your lips make their way down my arm, inch by inch. And i’m wondering how they will taste when I turn to face you. Press them up against yours; soapy water dripping into our open mouths. Your tongue slides between my lips and it tastes like blue dream with a hint of pussy. And you’ve got me imagining the way fifteen minutes earlier, I brought you to your knees and you bowed down and pressed those same lips between my thighs. I can’t recreate the sounds you made but I’ve got your muffled moans stuck in my head, and I don’t think I ever want it to stop. 

I’m sitting here between your legs watching the patterns the water makes as we’re moving beneath it. We have ravenous hands and hearts that are no longer half empty. We have mouths full of laughter and hearts that are always half full.”