LUKEWARM NEVER SOARED

roses and jasmine, scent of Joy in the air
body immersed in warm liquid caress
sliding into the spell of a bath

longing locked tight in sensual thighs
gliding from pleasure to cleansing
feeling the bath touch all long ignored

a phoenix risen from ashes now baptismal
not hiding from the world and old lovers
with senses on overload, doing the math

Luke promised to come while it was warm
and never made it to her bath
tho' not the only waters he failed to ford

(c) 2003 Maggie Mink aka Rennie Lorca