Hot-Tub Interlude
Wet and warm it goes,
Water swiftly flows,
Somewhat deep,
Floating feet,
Slowly slip below.
You leave me for a spell,
My hearts races like hell,
Can’t relax,
You come back,
That bikini sure looks swell…
The mere sight of your curves,
Tests my battered nerves
Bathed in heat,
And touches sweet
Swaying, dancing, swerve…
Passion gently sung,
Your eyes forever young,
This gentle ride,
We feel inside,
I pray it’s never done.
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