She is like a warm shower
on a tasteless, cold morning.
Fingers of warmth enveloping me,
bathing me in blazing paths of radiance.
Caressing my ears with the soft sound of rain,
quickening my heart and boiling my blood,
piercing my limbs like needles of warm, rich sun,
consuming me in cleansing, soothing fire.
Only to leave me wrinkled, wet, and cold.