Bath-Time

Hot water running
Clothes coming off
Lights slowly dimming
And the tub tops-off

In they go
Ripples run back and forth
They release their tension
And are soothed by the warmth

Hands move quick
To places of pleasure
Slipping and sliding
With delicate measure

It becomes more than they can bare
They jump out of the water
Face the mirror
And face one another

Bodies still steaming
Water beads on every part
Crashing and smashing
Like violent art

Eye to eye
Through the mirror they fight
More, more, more!
An enraged delight

It ends with a mess
Then back to the tub
To soak in the bliss
They planned to enjoy from the start