A poetic musing...
Apr. 8th, 2006 11:48 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Nick and Greg, in the marbled tub
Washing away their bodies of studs
The bubbles fly around, as they make popping sounds
As Greg holds onto the soap that he'd just found.
Their eyes meet each other, and a sparkle flies through the air,
As they both realise it, they both turn and stare
At each others eyes, and soon they're embracing
And rubbing and stroking and caressing.
The soap removes all friction away,
As their firm tight bodies move and sway.
A finger slides gently down the spine
A whisper in an ear, saying that it'll be fine.
Nick's eyes tighten as the finger goes in,
Soon all worries disappear that it is a sin.
A small huff of air, a breath and a moan
The bodies both tremble at the deep tone.
*drops pen*
Washing away their bodies of studs
The bubbles fly around, as they make popping sounds
As Greg holds onto the soap that he'd just found.
Their eyes meet each other, and a sparkle flies through the air,
As they both realise it, they both turn and stare
At each others eyes, and soon they're embracing
And rubbing and stroking and caressing.
The soap removes all friction away,
As their firm tight bodies move and sway.
A finger slides gently down the spine
A whisper in an ear, saying that it'll be fine.
Nick's eyes tighten as the finger goes in,
Soon all worries disappear that it is a sin.
A small huff of air, a breath and a moan
The bodies both tremble at the deep tone.
*drops pen*