The Bath
The Bath
In hot water sinking
Thick steam rising
My muscles softening
Eyes slowly closing
A cold touch is prickling
As bare skin is tightening
Hot water soothing
Hands gently kneading
And inner heat rising
Then, time slowing
A rough finger probing
Legs gratefully spreading
My body now tingling
From passions heightening
Too soon its overwhelming
Ten toes curling
Muscles rhythmically clenching,
My voice lowly moaning
The warmth rapidly spreading
Strong hand slowing
As tension is leaving
Loving touch lightening
Deep voice whispering
I feel myself smiling
In hot water sinking
(c)Cydniey 2005
