I'd love to take a shower
Filled in your caress.
The watery beads of your skin,
The soap a scrub that exfoliates the moisture of your lips.
The accent of your tongue printed carefully in the latter
Without restriction of where to go
A well thought reform that enhances comfort
Surrounded by tile.
Decompressing the aesthetic of comfort
I'd love to take a shower
In a consensual happening of being warmed by you.
Where hygiene is lost
in the everlasting well being of sods
& the only peak reached is one
that subsides when you yourself stop the faucet.
Where there is no specific height or obligation to be reached.
No unearthly imbalances.
Just me covered under you
In perfect exfoliation