Surprised to see
a hot tub
in our vacation room,
a double take
this can’t be real
she smiles,
“I knew you’d
love it.”
Hungry hands
reach to feel
the temperature.
Water has it’s own way
making things seem
so much softer.
Hot water,
like heavy hands
linger
I turn to see
her disrobe.
My school-boy reminders
beauty walking up steps
home is a million miles
away from us
on this
vacation date.
March first,
inside this hot tub
with the girl
and her pretty curves
eyes to lips
a tipped chin
the perfect breasts
underneath her warm glow
holding hips.
Careful not to spill
her hands have a way
finding the right moment
to take and squeeze
a handsome smile.
The room is full
music and a single candle
a glass of wine,
her Chardonnay,
sipped twice
letting some
trickle down
so eyes
can see.
On the edge
the water’s surface
is truly focused,
come a little closer,
please.
The room is
all of a sudden
really hot.
The image in the mirror
the one properly placed
my voyeur
loves to watch.
sitting there,
perched.
I kiss
she pushes
with both hands
placing the attention
squarely
on her center.
It does not
take long
for her toes
to curl.
The first
of the forbidden words
is used twice.
This early night
is full of purpose
with so many things
before dinner.
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