Nectar

after a shower, alone in bed i feel the coarse curls of my pubic hair - wet the tiny droplets run off and i think of you, how you'd swirl those hips how i'd bathe you in my sweat recalling the harmony our moans together made your tickling hair in its golden casade sharing and sailing the stream of life when, after a shower, together in bed i could feel the coarse curls of my pubic hair - wet wet with the nectar of your love