Slide the razor up long thin legs,
He told her that shaving reminds him of sex,
Kiss the lips so full and wet,
She whispers that the waters as hot as it can get.
Slide the curtain all the way closed,
Losing themselfs in the depening folds,
Of her legs, his arms, her falling hair,
The waters growing cold but they don't care.
Manicured nails pulling at his skin in the slippery soap,
He's twisting her hair with his finger into a golden rope,
Little does he know that as her tounge slides into his mouth,
That she's drawing him in and his very life she will choke.
Drowning in the shower with the godess of a girl,
Her angelic demonic plan has already unfurled,
Her long red nails begin to choke out his breath,
And the vision of her beauty is all that he's left.
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