Morning Shower Poem by Phil Soar
Morning Shower
I caught a glimpse of pure white skin
My heart was beating quickly
She stepped out of the her morning shower
But wasn't feeling tickly
I touched her little derriere
And scared her half to death
She hit me with the shower head
And it made me catch my breath
I tried to kiss her fresh clean breasts
And taste her cleanly torso
She kneed me softly in my bits
And that quite hurt, and more so.
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