The Bath
Let me be the mirror of your bath
With silent eyes of passion
Gazing upon your graceful dance
Watching your beauty as you unfurl
Let me be the steam rising against your skin
Clinging hotly to your silken softness
Surrounding you in wispy waves
Like the gentle fingers of a ghost
Let me be your water heated by the anticipation
Of immersing you in liquid warmth
Flowing down the length of you
Engulfing every forbidden valley
Molding to the shape of your gentle curves
Let me be the bubbles of your bath
Floating to tickle your delicateness
Cleansing your deepest hollows
Settling within your hidden crevices
Lingering in places I long to be
Let me be your velvety towel
Softly rubbing your hot dampness
Drinking in droplets from your wet skin
Caressing every inch of your nakedness
Lustfully touching you
Let me wrap around you tightly
As you leave your bath
That I may brush against you
Feeling the suppleness of your muscles
Allowing the rippling of your thighs
To change the shape of me
And when all is done
Lay me aside tenderly
And I will wait patiently
For your return
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