The steam of the shower mists up the bathroom mirror as you reach toward me. I wait, eager for your strong embrace. I was made for this moment. You fulfil me.
Strong hands grasp me, lift me up; rub me against your naked torso.
I become pliable, slick, and moist as I yield to your will. Patiently, almost teasing me, you press me against every inch of your body. By now, I am so wet that I slip from your grasp and fall to the floor.
Lifting me up, you sniff my soapy scent; much sweeter than your shower gel.