Hot water and suds

[wildsweetone]

LeBroz says there isn't much poetry in hot water and suds. i'm betting there is.

 

[wildsweetone]

.
.
Flames licked her body
and shadows shimmied
as she fed
the hungry fire, slipped
into the copper
tub and immersed her body
in hot liquid. Scrubbed
with soap and brush
signs of the day's grime
diminished. With head tilted
back, flames fingered
breasts cupped
in bubbles. Buoyant
in satin, she was a pink glow
in hot water
and suds.
.
.
.

 

[LeBroz]

.
.
Flames licked her body
and shadows shimmied
as she fed
the hungry fire, slipped
into the copper
tub and immersed her body
in hot liquid. Scrubbed
with soap and brush
signs of the day's grime
diminished. With head tilted
back, flames fingered
breasts cupped
in bubbles. Buoyant
in satin, she was a pink glow
in hot water
and suds.
.
.
.

Nice. Sure sounds better than a pile of pans & dishes. If it was this I was washing, I'd still have an hour or two of pampering ahead and'd never notice the passage of time.

 

[wildsweetone]

.
.
.

multitasking with a dish cloth
in hand - bubbles become windows
into a world
of make believe.

*smile*
.
.
.

 

[Angeline]

LeBroz says there isn't much poetry in hot water and suds. i'm betting there is.

LeBroz says that, huh? He just wants to see the poems in this thread!

I wrote this in 2003.

Delicate toe-pointed step,
back straight, hair pinned
in tortoiseshell a raven twist
atop my head per your request,
per your delight this ploy
of bubbly artifice, this night
of lovers’ games sloping
in clawfoot porcelain.

The Nag Champa burns sweet,
imbues the humid air and all
the room's aglow in candlelight
reflected fair on insubstantial
orbs that foam prismic to eddy
fragile rainbows clinging,
drifting. Every tiny breath,
each shifting of a thigh reveals,
conceals the tender heat-pink flesh

where rivulets are slipping,
streaming snaking beads of moisture
steaming down the arc of silk,
the pattering of drip and drop,
the sparkling of plip and plop
that rains in gentle splashes
from the sponge you hold above,

and O your eyes are shining
on mine. Smile my love seraphic:
senses bloom. We're swimming
in a sea of soapy love.

 

[flyguy69]

Here is an old one of mine!

Thumbsucker

Palms pressed flat, trapped
on streaming marble. Cheek leans
into the flow of mascara and moans
on a soap-slick wall.

Don't move

Feet kicked wide lickety
splits her ass in spattering
crystal steam. Thumb pad
pressed on up-button
elevator lifts her
higher, tighter
that the squeal clenched
in her teeth. Plunge

to the hilt, knuckle fuck that plucks
a string strung taut
from her clit to the back of her brain.
One quavering note

quivers in her throat, trembles
through her belly and pushes
down
to her worshipful knees.

Now she's where I want her.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

close enough

rain closet
by My Erotic Tale ©

clouding mist
pelting rain
draining strain

engrossed in jeweled 'drum'lets'
mezmerizing likeliness
of a meteor showers awe

naked to the confined world
wistful, dust to dust can still wash
flesh cleansed while burdens still bare

overwelming fresh fragrant aroma
racing lather in showered dreams
messaging perplexion streams

the refreashing cubical
spraying delight from a faucet
inside the rain closet

 

[wildsweetone]

Nice. Sure sounds better than a pile of pans & dishes. If it was this I was washing, I'd still have an hour or two of pampering ahead and'd never notice the passage of time.

an hour or two?

ohmygosh

 

[champagne1982]

I passioned this one on January 10th (yes, I'm dating all my poetry this year and keeping it in a file)

Washing Up

citrus invades my nose
and slips across porcelain
flowers of daisy and sun
the rumble of ceramic
on steel a clink of glass
the glitter of bright white
bouncing off bubbles
and rainbows laying
seige to my eyes

 

[wildsweetone]

I passioned this one on January 10th (yes, I'm dating all my poetry this year and keeping it in a file)

Washing Up

citrus invades my nose
and slips across porcelain
flowers of daisy and sun
the rumble of ceramic
on steel a clink of glass
the glitter of bright white
bouncing off bubbles
and rainbows laying
seige to my eyes

oh yay! dishes turned up!

 

[LeBroz]

an hour or two?

ohmygosh

What do you expect from a hopeless romantic? A shower's for functional cleansing but all it does is clean the body. Giving a bath to that special someone's about cleansing & soothing both body & soul. There're towels so huge she'll get lost in them and hand-warmed lotion to slowly rub in. And when all is done, all life's troubles are gone ~ for both!

 

[wildsweetone]

What do you expect from a hopeless romantic? A shower's for functional cleansing but all it does is clean the body. Giving a bath to that special someone's about cleansing & soothing both body & soul. There're towels so huge she'll get lost in them and hand-warmed lotion to slowly rub in. And when all is done, all life's troubles are gone ~ for both!

*running the bath now*

 

[annaswirls]

might be my favorite Sibilaire poem

Hot Dove Lather
by Sibilaire



hot dove lather
slides between

and suddenly
I am your
saddle soap
harness leather oil
shaking
biting the bit
shaking
blinders

pull me in

until I stand calm
for the hiss hot metal
sharp pound nail
into my dead parts

hold breath for the spur
feeling only dove soft
lather under finger strokes
and the rain shower waters
waiting for heavy boots on cool tile

 

[RhymeFairy]

That is one of my fav things to write about. All the mystery, steam, bubbles ... objects being passed over ... on, in just think of all the illusion, Yumm !! Dishes or steamy baths, showers ... sooooo much FUN !!

I have written quiet a bit on this subject, here are 3 that I submitted. Sorry, so many. I just could not pick just one.


Wanna Shower?


Hot rain showering all around,
pounding into my soft sensitive skin.

Tawny hair shimmering,
silken strands flowing,
down my slick wet back.

Open mouth taking nourishment,
from the Fountain Of Love.
As my taste buds explode,
from the steamy sensual drops.

Delicate fingers tracing,
blushing cheeks,
pouty pink lips.

Slow descent south,
across slender tight belly.
Hot pink nails rake,
down trembling thighs.

Dainty lil toes,
suspended on the soap dish.
Lean tan body pressed,
against the shower glass.

Jasmine permeating the air,
as steam covers every surface.
Moaning lil pants,
echoing off the walls.

Firm fingers roaming,
stroking scrumptiously,
on my spastic pink clit.

"Grasping the shower bar
gasping."
As my fondling fingers,
dive into my hot lil treasure.

Gliding so fast inside and out,
going harder,
stronger,
to my very center.

Deep inside to the very spot,
seeing stars,
as glitter rides the air.
My treasure clamps around,
my furious lil fingers.

Tight lil spasms shoot,
robbing me,
of my last screaming breath.

Wet hot honey trickles down,
clammy-tingling thighs.
Body shakes take over.
panting-panting-panting

Dainty lil foot slips,
while my fingers
reach for the bar.
Me falling on my ass,
into the slick,
wet shower floor.

Nothing hurt,
as far as I can tell.
Now that,
was my kind of shower.



Lover

where are you tonight my lover
you've left me here amidst the bubbles
my hands taking the place of yours
sliding......gliding
across my slippery warmth

fingertips teasing soft breast
flicking so full an firm
small ...quick...pinches

yes lover so good

head thrown back
honey hair floating
green eyes glazing
fingers seeking
finding a hot lil treasure

lover wish you could feel

massaging masterfully
stroking so smooth
retreating and hunting
deepening my search

getting so hot lover

gasping...wet...breaths
breast so tight
diving deep an hard
filling my treasure
dwelling within

moaning to you lover

awash with bubbles
arching in so deep
dancing into flames
riding it thru
shattering
with the bubbles afloat

screaming out for you lover

velvet touches
sensuous pants
pink toes curled
fumbling fingers atwitter
engulfed in bubbles

loving you....lover~



Slow Sweet Love


I just love those
soft
slow
kisses
Taking me in your arms
Nothing can touch me here
Wrapping my arms
around your hips
Your sweet breath upon my cheek

Eyes looking
into the depths of my soul
Seeing your reflection there
Branded upon my heart
till eternity and beyond
Submerged in our love
Flying with you to the moon

Caressing lil laughs
Shimmying thru us
Wiggling all around
our essence as one

Sighing
Feeling
Loving

Playfully dancing
around the room
Being held in your arms
'Tis my every dream
Lightly humming
With the music
Echoing out from our minds
and hearts

Swinging thru the air
As you push me
in the tire swing
Feet grabbing air
Smiles lifting us up
Sailing as we go
Heaven couldn't be
so dear

Washing those never
ending dishes together
Bubble blowing
Hands meeting
Droplets of water
you threw
Silly love
Grinning anew

Picking flowers in the meadows
Such a beauteous sight
Your nose has
a touch of pollen
Rolling thru the meadow
we play
Bodies covered in flowers
grass...dirt
Holding me so lovingly

Riding home from work
Down that old back road
Music flowing
Small talking
Hands entwined
Eyes caressing evermore

These are the times I love best
Our loving...sweet...times
Just taking the time to be
Together
Talking
Laughing
Loving

Such a slow...sweet love
we share
Always together
Just loving...laughing
and care~

I admit, looking at them now, they all still need work, but I am guessing that Leo can see what happens when one mixes water and skin ~

 

[LeBroz]

LeBroz says there isn't much poetry in hot water and suds. i'm betting there is.

After reading the responses I'll take this as a Challenge and put "Hot Water and Suds" in my queue behind M/W-VI and "So Hard"

 

[wildsweetone]

good luck!

 

[annaswirls]

good lord have mercy

Here is an old one of mine!

Thumbsucker

Palms pressed flat, trapped
on streaming marble. Cheek leans
into the flow of mascara and moans
on a soap-slick wall.

Don't move

Feet kicked wide lickety
splits her ass in spattering
crystal steam. Thumb pad
pressed on up-button
elevator lifts her
higher, tighter
that the squeal clenched
in her teeth. Plunge

to the hilt, knuckle fuck that plucks
a string strung taut
from her clit to the back of her brain.
One quavering note

quivers in her throat, trembles
through her belly and pushes
down
to her worshipful knees.

Now she's where I want her.

 

[annaswirls]

the shower reminded me of this old one from SeattleRain

dropping into cool

he says move it aside
I say step to the left
steam and reflection block my intentions

open
drop me down cool air sinking
on knees bath-rug ready

drop me down
fingers through damp
until nails 'round back
tips between, and...

oh

yes that too

chrome rail for support
smile up shower spray on face
hold those...god those thighs...

let me take those shakes away
with a
yes
and that too

come on baby
give it up for your girl
send the quiver and
shiver into me as I swallow you down

always leaving room for more
step to the left, baby
move it aside

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

Here is an old one of mine!

Thumbsucker

Palms pressed flat, trapped
on streaming marble. Cheek leans
into the flow of mascara and moans
on a soap-slick wall.

Don't move

Feet kicked wide lickety
splits her ass in spattering
crystal steam. Thumb pad
pressed on up-button
elevator lifts her
higher, tighter
that the squeal clenched
in her teeth. Plunge

to the hilt, knuckle fuck that plucks
a string strung taut
from her clit to the back of her brain.
One quavering note

quivers in her throat, trembles
through her belly and pushes
down
to her worshipful knees.

Now she's where I want her.

That, was so fucking hot.

 

[Guest]

Christening the Claw-foot Tub.

I
Rescued from ignominy in a moment
of bravado, scoured of grime and history,
they paid to have it relined with glossy
virginal white. Ornate brass fittings
and an outer coat of tasteful brown
all set off by the terra cotta tiles.
II
Scented candles with sensual tones,
the dimmer switch set low
and libidinous music set the scene.
He in new silk robe, she in black lace,
they meet at the door.
III
The robe slips to terra and black
becomes white with pink high lights.
Hands reach out but touch is verboten
unless sub aqueous. Toe testing smiles
and Venus sinks as Adonis stands, erect.
IV
Together now beneath the surface
toes probe and soap slips.
Backs scrubbed and fronts foamy
she turns and he kisses along her spine,
she arches and twists back
to grasp and gasp at the enormity of
it all.
V
His hands slide soapily over stony nipples
and into shadowed valleys as she sighs
leaning back to let him find her.
There! Yes, there!
His fingers slip into and over her
eliciting moans of wanton pleasure
he will not let her deny him,
holding her fast as the waves spill
darkening the terra cotta tiles.​

 

[flyguy69]

Ohmigod! WSO, did you fill out a fire dept. permit before starting this thread? I think the insurance rates just went up.

I
Rescued from ignominy in a moment
of bravado, scoured of grime and history,
they paid to have it relined with glossy
virginal white. Ornate brass fittings
and an outer coat of tasteful brown
all set off by the terra cotta tiles.
II
Scented candles with sensual tones,
the dimmer switch set low
and libidinous music set the scene.
He in new silk robe, she in black lace,
they meet at the door.
III
The robe slips to terra and black
becomes white with pink high lights.
Hands reach out but touch is verboten
unless sub aqueous. Toe testing smiles
and Venus sinks as Adonis stands, erect.
IV
Together now beneath the surface
toes probe and soap slips.
Backs scrubbed and fronts foamy
she turns and he kisses along her spine,
she arches and twists back
to grasp and gasp at the enormity of
it all.
V
His hands slide soapily over stony nipples
and into shadowed valleys as she sighs
leaning back to let him find her.
There! Yes, there!
His fingers slip into and over her
eliciting moans of wanton pleasure
he will not let her deny him,
holding her fast as the waves spill
darkening the terra cotta tiles.​

 

[sandspike]

hot stuff here.......

I saw this a little differently, a while back.

Suds
by sandspike ©

Cold head flowing
down an amber neck,
retreating foam
tickling feet....
try both at once
for memorable effect.

Outer Banks summer
feet sinking in the sand,
each wave a little higher
step back and drink your baby,
hold huggie in either hand.

Summer beach poetry
as tenuous as it gets
slow baking numbed thoughts,
dropping a few brain cells
watching them float bye,
fish food for a pompano
cruising the suds as I.

 

[Rybka]

All Cheer Tide!!

Sloshing b(l)ack and fo(u)rth
T(w)o and fro(thily)
Cheer(fully) with the Tide
Separated li(ght)te the Surf(eit)
Col(la)or(s ) fast and bleached
Bones in a fi(fth)t of Clorox
All to the second cum(om)ing
Spinning into darkness wet
Bounc(e)ing tumble dry
Cloth(es) must wo(au)nder why?​

Rybka '02

 

[wildsweetone]

Ohmigod! WSO, did you fill out a fire dept. permit before starting this thread? I think the insurance rates just went up.

no, but i'll get right onto it.



wow, i love each and every poem so far!

 

[champagne1982]

Man Tan

Baby's got tan lines down low
where my fingers tingle to know
what those bubbly suds feel
like as I kneel
to see you better. I wanna go
to heaven and taste
ambrosia at that fountain
there below your waist.

Enough with being chaste,
come over here and dance
those moves inside a glance
down to see
tan lines just above
that smooth white ass.

Rinse away that soapy curtain
and show me jutting power
disguised as masculinity
under a steaming shower.
I love it when we're clean.