As droplets of water hang on a rose petal; Beads stream down the shower door. As the force of the water hit against my breast, face and back; I feel intense pleasure as I search for more. The water causes my hair to cling down my back; My hands slide between my thighs, As I dream of you looking into my eyes.
Starring. Lost in a gaze of charismatic serenity. My heart races and the water sounds louder; But I know it's my imagination growing fonder and fonder.
Tell me how the water makes you feel; Because what I see, or to know, is becoming oh so real. The quietness and tranquility of my inner thoughts; Leaves a lot to be desired-do I dare think not...
