Streams of purple flow on your skin,
While waves of white stamp your smile,
And your top is a choppy ocean of love,
An unmanageable free sort of wild,
Then you create a beautiful soft and a smooth,
You create a bubble so clear,
You create a tender all over my skin,
With your perfectly colourful sphere,
And the fragrance you leave, aroma of pure,
The perfume of absolute clean,
Leaves all of me feeling honestly new,
Like a candle lit night of serene.
You’re my perfection of soap, my most intimate block,
My closest to being a flower,
That I hold close to me, my most cherished of moments,
Whenever I’m having a shower.
