The Femme Bath Tub
Tepid water fills the tub,
While steam rises and saturates the air,
Two pairs of sculpted legs and femme hands,
peel each others tops away, they cascade to the floor in a puddle of fabric.
Bodies ease into foamy water, letting warm liquid cup floating soft breasts.
Sweet kisses on damp necks, under strands of wild red curls… they soak.
Until wine glasses have emptied and stories unfolded….
Temperatures have risen and appetites awaken… fingers entwine to answer the call of icy pearls and black satin blindfolds.
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