The Bath

Lying back in the tub
Bubbles caressing my body
The water, hot, sliding down, head back
Breathing, eyes closed
Feet slide up the wall, legs falling open
The jets massage my shoulders
Bubbles moving though my hair
Half floating, relaxing
My attention is drawn lower
Jets meant for knees
Are directed at my sex
A relaxing beat of water arouses me
A man in dreams not yet known
Not yet kissed, a voice unheard
It is his hand I imagine
Beating the tableau upon my sex
Beating, beating, so close, so close