I wish I could be the water of you bath I would surround you with mellow warmth liquid lovelike a frolicking/childish wave on the sandy shoreI would dash and break upon the firmness of your bodyengulf and moisten the places I dream of
If I were the water of your bath I would memorize each and every muscle and being liquid I would take your shapemold myself to your every curve
your every indentationI would roll on/over/and off your satin skin If I were the water of your bath I would send part of me
to gather in the recess of your navel there my temperature would rise to match yours
and like plants of the sea I would move your body hairs
in and out with the tide created by your movements
playfully i would slosh against your thighs and become very intimate with your nature If I were the water of your bath
i would cleanse you as my ancestors the nile & congo
cleansed your ancestors
but even more when you leave me and pull the plugI would defy the natural order of things and stay and wait
for your naked return
