Join me in the shower,
For an hour or so,
My pretty, little flower,
Now is not the time to go.

Scented oils and lotions,
Await you on their tray,
To scrub you with emotion,
And rub away the day.

Come sip your favorite wine,
My pretty, little flower,
To soothe your weary mind,
If only for an hour.

You know I have the power,
To move you - head to toe,
It's getting late - Don't hesitate,
This is not the time to go.

Precious oils and lotions,
Are longing on their tray,
To rub you with devotion,
If you'd only stay.