A bath sponge for my honey bun

A Bath sponge for my honey bun
To soapy wash his sexy bum.
The water is cascading from above
And splashing over my turtle dove.
With foaming suds under my hands
I sensuously caress my darling man
Down his arms my fingers travel
As gently he lets his mind unravel.
Now lovingly his back I lather.
As tickling bubbles playfully gather
Then as he stands so quiet and meek
I bestow tender kisses on each cheek.
Back to his torso I now go
Roaming randomly to and fro
I’m washing here I’m washing there
I’m washing… Almost Everywhere!
Washing up as far as possible
Washing down as far as possible
But now I am…. unstoppable
As I gleefully wash ‘Possible’
Tickle, tickle, tease tantalize
No need for me to fantasize.
The feast is there before my eyes
And I am more than satisfied!
A hug a squeeze I don’t ask “Please?”
As joyfully now I wash his knees.
Now let’s not forget the belly
That’s the place I like to dally.
Then in his dollies wax I snuggle
Enjoying our lovey dovey cuddle.
Lips seeking lips ….A delectable French kiss
Lost forever in heavenly bliss.
Suddenly our passion explodes three fold
Alas God damn it !! the water runs cold
But our lust is unquenchable …our bodies on fire
And my lover fills me with burning hot desire.
Groaning blissfully “Wet me baby wet me”
As he surrenders to sweet sweet ecstasy.
Then before I know it and as quick as a flash
Stark naked to the fridge he makes a dash.
Declaring “Here’s to lust lets shout 3 cheers
At last a bloody ice cold beer!”
Now I am in a sad and sorry state
For my honey bun says my lust must wait
Now I wonder what is my fete ?