Through Glass

I wanted to write a story about you
about the way I watch you
while you take a shower -
my favorite way to spend the morning.

Sitting cross-legged on the toilet,
I stare at you
through the frosted glass doors,
an open leer on my face
as I watch you soap your chest.
You smile at me as the suds
roll down your stomach
towards your cock
just the way my mouth would
if I was in the shower with you.

Your hands put on a show,
sliding through the dark curls
below your navel,
moving downwards to your shaft,
fingers circling your head
like the way my tongue
knows how to do.

I lean closer and study
your muscular thighs -
my second favorite part of you.
I put my hand on the glass,
wanting those beefy thighs
right in front of me
as I look up to grin at you.

Forgetting the story in my head,
I roll the door open
and take the soap from your hands
and start with your thighs.
I work my way up.

Kis Lee 2007