I've been tossed into the ring
rung out
pinned to the clothesline
and hung out to dry.
but it's all worth it
when you emerge from the shower
dripping wet
and I drink
every bead of water
that clings to your skin.
wrapped around your waist
I clench and caress.
I measure
each silky strand of your hair
and massage
the soles of your feet.
and when the cycle is complete
I rest on a shelf
anticipating your call.
I can't wait
to be all over you again.

Paul David Mena
24 June, 1997
Naples, FL

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