Essence #68

He let the hot water flow,
cascading over his naked flesh,
the stream pulsing, almost kneading
his sore, strained muscles
and he wished it was her
soft fingers on his body
running down
between his legs,
lightly caressing him.
Instead, it was just
water.
~~~
© AC Elliott, 28-Nov-2017

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