they jumped the showerhead
and twisted its flimsy little neck - as it
cried -
to the wall so when the water surged
itd surge at the back wall
and save their bawdy entrance without splashing the square tiled bathroom floor or their foottwisted
oriental bathmat
the shower was a beast at this
hour
trying to dictate that the hour the early morning two a.m. hour
wasnt
an appropriate
time to be showering playing and fondling under its heated silver
threads
the butteryellow aura of
candlelight and strains of
Traffics John Barleycorn Must
Die
they were fast in their disagreement
appropriate had rare few places
in their repertoire
and
animate or inanimate dictates fell hard on their sternlined faces at their feet
the warm water bound and bind
them as it ran through their hair as they kissed and
groped each other
it twined down their spines and
lapped at the cup of their buttocks
between their agile fingers that ran like
mad rakes on their slick flesh
gasps
were
gagged under its whisper
their bodies turned and bent and
twisted
mouths feast
tongues lapped and curled
quivers
were tied
off knotted
pulsated
and throbbed
maddening
but their attentions were off exploring elsewhere
delicately and at turns rough
at a sudden clasped facetoface again
she slipped in his arms
slipped against his erection
faced the sober showerhead as
he
clutched her thigh as he
clutched her breast
as she went underwater ribbons of water winding with the ribbons and
plaits of her
hair as he
muzzled
under their serpentine life kissing the nape of her neck the crest of her
begging
shoulders holding her dearly jealously
as if life itself
she emerged gasping sucking the humid air
filling her lungs and pushing firmly
back against him as he
took her breasts feeling her aeration swelling and
tautness
Rainmaker
played
their sighs and laughter
then randomly she asked
if the shampoo bottles of
the two pairs sitting in the shower caddy were smaller than their conditioner counterparts
scrutinizing their stature
he muttered absently nearly incoherently
-- Clear versus colored
-- Not colored
Opaque
-- Colored baby
Ones colored a pale limegreen the
others pale plum
-- Opaque
-- Opaque
Listen If we agree opaque I suppose I would call a colored person opaque
too an den intoning
a black voice excuse me alta hell ma racist folk art
Opaqueaninnies
by golly I got me Opaqueaninny salt and pepper shakers
I got me Opaqueaninny ceramic creamer and sugar service
I ulsa got me my Opaqueaninny capped and shiny red vested lawn jockey Jocko!
-- Stop Youre
going to offend somebody
-- Nahinheer
Ays a Huckaberry sportin wid Jim on da thick jugular flow uda
Mississippi
dats wa ays
But not in dis shower is ay
Ays
just playin widja
As you know As you know best
Helps me to play off the racism in the family
-- Okay okay then Colored Not opaque
You satisfied
he smiled -- Baby
Trust me when I say youll never satisfy me Never ever
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