The Shower of My Lust

As the water dances all over my skin I feel my passion come alive.
I tingle uncontrollably all over in the shadows of life's underlying liquids; drenching me in daytime dreams of copulation.
And into my mind comes your delightfully erotic image so welcome and invitingly seductive.
My hands follow the water over my body to the appendage that my own liquid erupts from.
Why are you so perfectly right for my fantasy?
Is it because I am bathed in warm rivers of swirling liquid across my pulsating flesh?
I can feel your carefully grasping hands all over me, as the shower reinforces your flowing caresses on my softly subtle skin.
I can feel the blood of my body flowing and growing me to pulsating thrusting rapids.
Your fueling touch is upon me, liquid fire consuming me and burning me up in swirling flames of uncontrollable desire for you.
Your tongue is drinking the fluids from my body.
Your mouth moving all over me is consuming my passionate flood of bliss.
I feel the rivers of liquid creating a ticklish tension that needs to be satiated.
But I resist the waterfall, as the release must be held back; as I float in a sea of pleasure filled space.
Engulf me, consume me, and toy with me my muse of ill-conceived dependency and fuel my lust for you.
Finally when I am bathed in ecstasy's ocean, the fluids within me burst forth and drench you in my own exotic juices.
I see you floating on the waves, where you can celebrate your victory over my firestorm of lust's quenching thirst.