ORIGINAL POEM: SHOWER THERAPY

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