As My Woman Showers

As my woman showers,
I am lost in thought.
The pitter patter of running water,
Interrupts my inner reflections.

Her melodic humming,
Amidst Satie's elegance,
Leaves a sense of longing,
In my dry heart.

As she steps out,
The room fills with a soft fragrance,
Of fruity meadows, of fallen pine.
Oh what beauty ensconced,
When my woman showers.

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