The sheen upon your breast Of soapy water Glimpsed From behind In scrubbing your back Arouses passions Strong as those I feel In reaching down, washing, caressing your thighs When you turn to rinse your hair And let me rest my ear against that sheen And listen to your heart and breath Pounding out the rhythms of our love Modulating flows of water Cascading on us both I would not have the moment end Not even for the sweet time sure to come When, later, in the dark In sweaty, sweet repose The faintest glowing of light Will show the sheen upon your breast And on my hand upon your thigh