You've snuck into my bathroom this morning for my shower and I've allowed you a peek at me shaving my long, beautiful legs. Hoping to catch a glimpse of my soaking wet body, you stare through the shower door and marvel at my legs as I lather them up and drag the pink razor across them to get all the hair off and make them perfectly smooth. I know you wish you could feel how soft they are but you are doomed to stare and wish for the rest of your life.