Fantastic image of you pulling back the curtain,
Steam coming from the room,
You start to shake the water off from your hair like a dog coming in the rain,
I want to hear you grunt when you wash your goodies in the downstairs area,
I can't control myself,
The monent that the clothes hit the ground I can't stop smiling,
You in all your glory.
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