I think that I shall never live to see
 A sight more lovely than to watch you pee

 To watch you as you begin to tinkle
 That starts off like a summer sprinkle.

 And then to see it gushing out
 Flowing from your internal spout.

 And as the river runs and flows
 Your thighs spread in an open pose.

 Emerging from your vaginal fountain
 Like a river cascading down a mountain.

 To gaze upon your golden shower
 which seems to last for half an hour.

 And consume your champagne piss
 would be my most desired wish.

 This poem is composed by a fool like me
 as I watch my Goddess squat and pee.