The shower is a wonderful place
to dream,
to play make believe,
to relive the moment.
You can shut yourself in,
adjust the cascade of hot water
& get lost in sensuous thoughts
privately.
Singing &
shouting at will,
you build
to an explosive crescendo
imagining your sweet lover
hovering over you.
And soon,
under a rushing waterfall,
she receives your warm love
spasmodically
against the white-tiled wall
as you call her pretty name.
O, What a crying shame,
she's not here
to catch
my falling star!
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
The shower is a wonderful place
to dream,
to play make believe,
to relive the moment.
You can shut yourself in,
adjust the cascade of hot water
& get lost in sensuous thoughts
privately.
Singing &
shouting at will,
you build
to an explosive crescendo
imagining your sweet lover
hovering over you.
And soon,
under a rushing waterfall,
she receives your warm love
spasmodically
against the white-tiled wall
as you call her pretty name.
O, What a crying shame,
she's not here
to catch
my falling star!
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