Shower Serenade

He took it from her with a smile,
As she stood there, bare and beguiling,
Placed it on the towel rack with care,
And continued to her bra, oh so fair.

It was hooked at the front, firm and tight,
Holding her perfect breasts just right,
He unhooked it with a gentle touch,
Revealing nipples that he loved so much.

Each one received a tender squeeze,
Between his fingers, his touch did please,
Then his lips worked their magic spell,
On the left nipple, oh how it swelled.

Moving on to the right breast,
His mouth explored, oh what a quest,
Down to her waist, he trailed his kisses,
Pulling her skirt down, oh what bliss is this.

Inch by inch, he uncovered her skin,
With every touch, he made her sin,
Tracing lines with mouth and lips,
Leaving her breathless, in passionate grips.

Down to her ankles, he went with grace,
As she stepped out of her clothing's embrace,
She giggled and hesitated, but he insisted,
And into the shower, she finally acquiesced.

Water cascading, her body now wet,
He showered her with love, oh how she'd forget,
Kisses every few minutes, on every part,
Of her soft skin, he left his mark.

With each touch, she moaned and sighed,
As he worshipped her, with nothing to hide,
In this shower, their love did bloom,
As they surrendered to each other's perfume.

He took it slow, to savor each moment,
As they indulged in this intimate torment,
Her body his canvas, he painted with desire,
In this erotic shower, their love did transpire.