My head is filled with sound
In two smooth pulls my clothes have dropped
In an untidy mound
You are sitting on the bed
Your eyes honed in on me
Riveted in two blue beams
Liking what you see
Perfumed warmth drifts in the room
As I lift my hair
Long and dark
And with a twist,
Secure it on my head
The air is cool upon my neck
And tingles through and through
My softness becomes tipped in hard
Now on display for you
The mirrors catch me from all sides
So utterly revealed
Leaning down, I grasp the haft
Of metal slick with steam
The sudden stop is deafening
The roar has dropped away
I smile and step into the tub
And let you watch me bathe
Body lowered in the foam
Shining limbs appear
You wait to see as I emerge
Bubbles clinging to my curves
Sliding down you behold paths
Would they were your lips
While tendrils of my hair escape
Wet upon my neck
Bath time is a game we play
We both enjoy the tease
Yet you alone possess the choice
To enter when you please.
