Extreme Moisture

Fog on the mirror from how hot it's became, jets of water run rampant down your face

you close your eyes as each drop cascade down between your heaving breasts

each droplet a representation of a pair of hands, wondering to that void that is seeking,seeking release

as the water gently hits your nipples they become taut, making the sensation of each tiny slap of water rush down to more pleasurable places

Your hand follow the tingling slowly touching every place in between, what do you see behind your closed eyes?

who's hands are those touching every inch of you?

Your fingers reach their destination, arriving at the hottest, most humid place on earth

slowly they run the length of your sex, then return just as slow back to the point of origin.

over and over until you open up, circles traced over raised ridges like a map.

Ur body shutters and knees become weak as the water hits between your fingers putting just enough pressure to make u want to erupt

The water's become frigid but you are unaware of the change, steam rises from your hot body

Waves for pleasure rush through as u explode over your water soaked fingers releasing more moisture into the room

your eyes open, tired weak, the chill of the air snaps u back to reality but the feel of your body n mind are still in the moments before.