Cascade

Her craving cannot be curtailed
As she watches him within the shower
Barely discerned through the stream
But his outline suggests certain power

She joins him, to his surprise
Takes away the bar of soap
Washes him in her own way
And his hard on gives her hope

He leans her back against the tile
And enters her between the thighs
Concern with the daily grind
Gone in steam still on the rise

They finally prepare for work
But not without a secret smile
The day's demands are plentiful
But, now prepared, they go in style.