We barge through the doors and strip off our clothes in a rush.
You turn the **** and the sound of jungle rain falls from the faucet.
Your back is facing the water - I gaze as the water cascades down your body.
You gently smooth out little water droplets which stick in your hair.
Water falls perfectly to the shape of your body - perfectly outlining your muscular neck and broad shoulders.
Trickling from your chest down to define your perfectly chiseled abdomen, water continues to fall,
All the while you're looking down
; not paying attention to my analysis of the water and your body.
The sound of jungle rain grows quiet when you look up at me.
Your deep brown eyes gaze at me with desire and longing.
I stare back but am distracted by the outline of your ample lips -  
Lips filled with sensual intent -beckoned to be kissed.
Looking back into your eyes I know it's right.
Filling the space between us, our lips meet.
Gentle at first and rough there after.
Our lips unwavering while we make our way to the silk jungle.