The Water Queen

She lowers herself into the tub
Displacing the water beautifully
She begins to dream, the warmth rising
There's the fade of the day
The release of everything that troubled her
The water reminding her that she's a woman
Perhaps a queen
Her man enters, in awe of her beauty
He can only kneel and administer his own form of love
The cleansing ritual now in his hands
She smiles and acknowledges her subject's adoration
And relaxes further,
At ease in her reign.