Two poems in one day, aren't you lucky?! This is an acrostic poem I wrote in response to this week's prompt on Poets United & Poetry Blogroll in hopes that I can get some more writing out of me. I may have used a bit of poetic license with this one, I'll admit, but in my defense, I haven't written an acrostic poem since perhaps the third grade.
S he silently slips her hand around me from behind
T houghts of mine are interrupted as I turn to her timidly
E ager, I take her hand and lead her to the shower
A ching for love, I press her against the cold tile wall
M y hands move up and down her wet figure as I maneuver myself through the steam
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