Soap Suds
I’d love to gaze on the soap suds
Kissing down your elegant curves
Wishes of my tongue being its replacement
Sends chills throughout my nerves
The shower head crying down on you
Elation from the beauty below it
Bathes you in its joyous tears
Each drop praying the temperature
Drops to freeze itself to your skin
Not wanting to part from perfection
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