you sigh into breaths of

delicate and light,

soft and dry, 

bars of soap.

as you brush your hand over the 

glossy-glass sheen,

knife-cut cubes quietly cascade 

(click, click)

like a whooshing waterfall

(clack, clack)

down it rushes:

(crush, crush)

like a quicksand hourglass

(lush, lush)

the sounds are soothing

like a seashell to your ear.

saponaceous scents swirl in the studio,

bathing you softly

in fluffy, foam bubbles.

she hugs you warmly

in clean, comfy laundry.

you float you into her dream of

fairy-lit showers 

and milky-vanilla froth

lather your skin in 

a cloud of sweet cream.