I liked that,
Sitting on the bathroom floor,
Watching you take a bath,
Talking to you.
I stuck my hand
In the water and slowly
Moved my fingers along
The softness of your thigh.
I took handfuls of water,
Spilled them over your
Milk and silken shoulders,
Enjoying the gentle
Sensuousness of your skin
Slick with water.
You had your hair pinned up
In lovely disorder
To keep from getting it wet.
And you played as you talked,
Little splashes
With your fingertips.
Talking a bath,
I liked that,
And I don't even remember
Anything we said.
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