Bathing Beauty

Hot passion and hot water
Both smelling sweet
You soak your lovely body
Breasts to sexy feet.

I know you're getting clean
I wish that I was there
You dunk yourself quite briefly
So you can wash you hair.

The suds that cling to you
Make me jealous don't you see
For they get to touch your naked flesh
They take the place of me.

I can hear your gentle splashing
I can hear your sexy moan.
My beauty is bathing just for me
While I listen in by phone.

I long to be your washcloth
To glide across you now
Then let my tongue be your towel
To dry you, toes to brow.

We laugh at the idea
That were I there I'd drown.
And if I didn't, you'd never need
Your comfortable nightgown.

Your fuzzy slippers would go unused
Your bra and thong ignored
For your naked flesh awoke my "love"
And both our passions roared.

The only problem I see here is
When exhaustion has set in
We'd be all covered with love and sweat
And we'd need a bath again...