If I were water in your shower's stream, To touch your brow in morning's gleam, A dewdrop kiss upon your nose, A gentle trace where all love goes. I'd wander down your soft skin's art, From lids to lips with tender heart, Around the neck, a whispered trace, Embark upon your body's grace. A dance along the secret line, Within the curve, affection's shrine, To linger where the breath is drawn, And cradle warmth before it's gone. To reach the navel's rounded gaze, Where time suspends and moments laze, Until our time must gently yield, A sacred bond is there revealed. And further south where passions play, To revel in the sweet display, A taste of all we come to be, Within your warmth, eternally. A journey glides along your thighs, To bid adieu with tender sighs, Touches linger, whispers meld, In parting, love's essence held. And reaching last your gentle feet, With one more kiss, my life complete, Departing not without a trace, For love’s imprint shall grace each place. Though I may end, our spirits tangle, In every drop, our souls entangle. In distant lives beyond this flow, Our love’s eternal river grows.