If i had my wish--last order i’d want 2b YOUR body’s bath water, bubbling, cuddling every saintly inch of bloom with frankenscent perfume. i’d dub the tub a house of H20, its rooms consumed by & immersed in myrrh, a fragrance rinse, used 4 soakin’ & stroking after soapin’. & those sleepier sepia pores of YOURS are taken by my attentiveness ----they start 2 open awaken to my inventiveness: awash n the posh rush of my touch. YOUR body hurls pearls & beads of need @ me that form a dragnet. My molecules follow those Jewels’ magnet , attracted by the active curve bendings that like fickle fingers touches tickle & tingle nerve endings sending YOU n2 a sanctuary of thank you very muches.