Her wet hair feels cool on my skin <br />As she came fresh from the shower. <br />She lies near me and rest begins. <br /> <br />Her whispers soft, a quiet wind <br />Caress my senses for an hour. <br />Her wet hair feels cool on my skin. <br /> <br />I’m at peace more than ever when <br />I lay down with her in her bower, <br />She lies near me and rest begins. <br /> <br />Now love’s sensations lie within <br />A subtle simple touch of power- <br />Her wet hair feels cool on my skin. <br /> <br />She holds my heart fast with a grin <br />Delicately, like a flower. <br />She lies near me and rest begins. <br /> <br />I say that now if this be sin <br />I don’t in fear of death cower. <br />Her wet hair feels cool on my skin: <br />She lies near me and rest begins. <br /> <br /> <br />2009<br /><br />william mcgehee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-wet-hair-feels-cool-on-my-skin/
