I love my wife. We decided to shower together, just for the sake of it. Nothing sexual happened, but I feel in an intoxicating bliss that is a hundred times better than sex.
After we were under the shower, I went to grab my shampoo as usual, and her dragon hand, unusually shining in a synergy with her blackish-grey arm and violet hues at her fingertips.
She told me to wait, and so I did. She asked me to face the wall, and so I did. I heard the bottle of shampoo opening and she started to run it through my hair, delicate like an angel, and as conforting as a mother. She massaged my scalp and head, taking the upmost care to not accidentally cut me with her sharp claws.
After that, she grabbed the soap and slowly rubbed it throughout my upper body. It felt more soft than usual, and so I slowly closed my eyes and drifted away, my conscience only being tied by her kind, massaging motions on my body.
Not helping my case, she rubbed her body on my back to help rinse the soap off my body. Repeatedly going up and down until I could make out the most subtle appearances of her body.
Now, she asked me to sit down and look at her. Her face was of pure kindness and happiness, a painting of which Michelangelo could never reproduce.
There, she slowly kept petting my head, playing with my hair until all I could focus on were her eyes, oh those beautiful turquoise and amethyst gems! She massaged my arms, my torso, my shoulders and finally, my neck.
Then she got closer: I could almost hear her breathing. In a rapid move, she gently bit and kissed my neck while massaging my torso. Time stopped there and I lost all semblance of reason, being consumed in a blissful love that I'm blessed to experience.

I love Selen so much.