The soft and precious hour
something delicate about her body
vulnerable to the terrible cold.
We’ve been waiting since August
for the weather to finally turn.
The expectations in her bath
a performance of a lifetime.
Deviant pleasurable plans
exploit my desire
this is much more than
just soap and water.
There are definite steps
the girl slowly undresses
stepping out of a simple towel.
All of this started
with a flirtatious message,
asking if I could get her
that favorite bubble bath
from that time we devoured
the soaking hours
where time was spent inside of time.
We easily came up with a theme
for this is the start of our season.
A purposeful twist of my hand
the stinging truth of hot water
the girl inches super close
bringing sensitive body parts
underneath and against
the different surfaces.
Plain everyday objects
used to go unnoticed
until placed in our hands and minds.
To the edge of that corner
pleasure topples easily most times.
She begs to give herself over
she’ll do whatever it takes to share
lifting up on elbows, if necessary.
Holding the perfect angle
until the wave resets.
Quickly riding on top.
The water spills, causing damage
no matter how many towels are used
every time she asks for those bubbles
we divided ourselves
until expectations were spent.