Dance in my Golden Shower

Yes, my legs quiver with joy as this amber rivulet douses your indignant expression and drips off your cheeks. Its a euphoric sight to see- somewhat erotic when you squint and answer the sting with a groan; muttering in your discomposure to convey your dissent. Theres no trace of shame in my wry grin, Not a hint of regret in these twinkling eyes; as always I remain blithe and amused. Blame yourself, for relaxing my bladder and the resulting laughter. You danced for rain- it fell as golden streamlets of warmth, disinfecting your foul voice and putrid feet; appreciate the free shower and know this: You shall never be clean until you're tinged amber and left glistening.