Fay Slimm - Bathtime Bliss.

On hearing the sound of warm water flushing
The scents of the Orient into my bath,
I fill with elation, my cheeks begin blushing
With anticipation. - My Bathtime is back!

Weekly this ritual replaces showering.
The bliss of the soak begins luring again.
Sensual urges for splashing start flowering,
With waterfalls running through fingers, like rain.

The wonder of moments with sponge making bubbles
Means liquidy heaven approaches once more.
Irresistible magic floats away any troubles.
Caresses await as I now close the door.

Fay Slimm

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