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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shower Therapy by Kenny Davis What is it about a shower That seems to have the power Despite her worst of days Never fails to pleasure her for hours What is it about those warm drips That glides down the smoothness of her hips That seems to send her nerves for a ride As they travel way beyond the crease her thighs What is it about those tingling suds How they rub and hold her body when she is longing for my touch How they caress every curve and crevice, just the way she loves Warming her up until she had enough when the sensations become too much What is it in that shower that draws her to moan In this erotic, hypnotic, sensual tone Sensations so strong to shiver her bones As the warm water glides gently along her erogenous zones What is it about the feel of every warm, watery drop Talking to the shower like her man saying, “Please! Don’t stop!” As the elevating verge of her satisfaction begins to pop Her temptations and sensations taken care of without anyone on top What is it about that head, of the shower, that is That has her eyes rolling to the back of her lids As she exhibits being uninhibited Not ashamed, for her, what that shower head did What is it about the warm towel drying her off The sensual admiration of her body, getting her off Every inch of her body covered in cloth Each, her body, her towel, so equally, sinfully, soft Despite the pleasure her love for me was still there She said, “The shower could never hold her tight or pull her hair.” Despite the wide, ear-to-ear smile on her face It was nice to know the therapeutic shower could never take my place © August 2011 k.davis
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