she sits in the bath
the water just over her breasts
bubbles obscuring
her divine form beneath
i sit on the floor
eyes filled with hunger
fighting the urge
to run my fingers
across that wet skin

instead

i clutch my phone
my notebook of poetry
she rests
her eyes closed
aware of my fire
letting it boil and flare
so i read to her
watch her
compose new lines

soon

she will lean forward
let the water
run down her back
i will wash it for her
obedient
in my adoration
massaging
with fevered fingers
like in a dream

eventually

she will stand
the water dripping
from her perfection
sheer fantasy
made real
her every movement
my every command
as i stand unbreathing
holding her towel