Arriving unannounced at her home one day,

He saw her door ajar and decided to have a play.

He walked through the house calling out her name,

As if he was playing some sort of game.

His voice was lost as the music echoed through the house,

He followed the sound as quietly as a mouse.

It led him to the bathroom where she was having a shower,

He was glad that his beauty would be as fresh as flower.

He stood silently at the door looking in,

As gently she soaped her soft, sun-tanned skin.

Realizing with a start she had an audience, she sighs,

And seductively begins to soap her breasts and thighs.

She teased him now, and as she did so,

She stared as his manhood began to grow.

Out of his own clothes he got in a flash,

And into the shower he joined her with a dash.

With the water now cascading over them with ease,

He slowly and temptingly got down on his knees.

She shuddered now, and moaned in pleasure,

This man of hers was surely a treasure.

They make love as gentle as a breeze,

This sweet man surely knows how to please.

With bodies satisfied, she seeks some cover,

Whispering, "Welcome home, my sweet lover!"

~~xXx~~