All of Her (A Poem About Adult Nursing Relationships)

Moonlight trails her spine
as she moves across the glow
to where I stand.
There’s no memory fuller,
no dream more perfect,
than being her love, her man.
Slowly, she leads me to the bathroom
and slips her body beneath the edge
where bubbles meet water
and wine subtly kisses her lips.
She urges me toward her
with the curl of her finger,
and ever so slightly
I press my body against hers.
Together we bathe
in moonlight and rose petals;
her breasts against my cheek
begging me to taste her.
And she offers me herself,
fully underwater
while urging me to taste her
as she lets down
and lets go.
And I take all of her in
as she takes all of me.

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