Steam escapes the confines of your black and white checkered shower curtains
Your vanilla body wash and African orange lather awaits
The very thought of the hot water washing away your stress
And tingling your hidden treasures like spider sense
Has already started a slow running shower in your lower regions
Finally you enter the steam filled cacoon, allowing the water to run across your cocoa butter colored skin
Running down your body hitting your spots
Something like a nice hot liquid massage
Should let me be your liquid massage
Let me put my hands in places only the water can get to
From top to bottom
Trickling down your neck and breasts
Trailing down your back, stomach, and ass
And dripping off your pussy and clit
And while I want to be the water that drips off of you
I also want to catch the water from where it drips, and sip of its essence
Sucking and slurping the juices that flow from your nile
Taking in the very nutrients that stimulate your senses and overwhelm my tastebuds
As I descend deeper in your love canal in search of ecstasy
Tell me that me being here will take me there and you along with me
Even long after the hot water turns cold
The long stress filled days and annoyances of man and woman are washed away
Leaving the sensually satisfied, vanilla scented goddess in their wake
Glistening from head to toe in all her glory
Thinking to herself, "I love my hot showers"