She gushes warm affection
All over me – even my hair.
I make her wet, hot, always
Wanting me – wanting more.
Sometimes I see her late at night,
Sometimes it’s early in the morning.
She’s always hot and ready for me,
Although every now and then she surprises
Me by being cold.
I’ve had her friends too.
We have great times together
No matter what the weather
But then it always has to end
Shutting me off, her loyal friend.
But then again I suppose
That’s the life of a shower.