Infernal shower

In infernal shower darkness, waters cascaded like molten sin upon our entwined flesh. My lips branded thy skin with fiery kisses – thy hands worshiped my curves, grasping tight. Soap-slicked thighs slid together in profane harmony – our ritual union forging bonds of carnal damnation.
Then, waters ceased – thou gently turned me, backing me against cool tile. Thy lips traced downward worship – ankles, calves, knees... thy hands parting my thighs like sacred gates. Thy mouth paused, breath dancing across my skin – before gentle lips resumed adoration, tracing paths of devotion higher... until finally, meeting mine.
Our lips merged in dark sacrament – tongues entwining like serpents in ancient ritual. Thy gentle exploration deepened, worshiping my mouth – as if seeking hidden chambers of my soul. Thou kneelest still, lips trailing downward once more – whispering incantations upon my skin…