David's Bath

Aura Thundera
deonii@yahoo.com

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As in the temples of olden days
The scented smoke curls heavenward
Consecrating this tiny space
Lined in marble and tiles
Thick candles of myriad colors
Cluster on the ledges and tiles.
Their flames refect broken
On the scented white foam
Of the deep steaming pool.
The soft orange light caresses him
His fair skin glorious against his clothes.
Strong, long-fingered hands move up his chest
And button-by-button unfasten blue satin
Of his soft and shimmery shirt.
It whispers softly as it slips free
Of his creamy shoulders and sleek torso.
Silky, long, chestnut locks tumble on his shoulder,
Complementing his shining hazel eyes.
Slowly, caressingly, his long, strong hands
Slide down his firmly muscled chest
To the laces of his black leather trousers.
The laces come slowly undone, inch by inch
Sof black leather peels off his thighs
And his long, lean legs, sleek-muscled.
Slowly he sinks into the scented foam
And beckons his love to join him.
She stirs, new awakened to him
His firm, graceful form in the tub.
He smiles at her, slow and sensual,
As his hands slip into the foam.
He sighs, lays back, closes his eyes,
Then flicks a hazel glance at her,
Daring her again to join him.
He rises from the foam of the tub
Bubbles slide down his biceps,
Trail on his flat stomach and navel,
Caress his firm thighs as he steps to her.
Strong, wet fingers help her undress
His breath is hot on her face.
And as her top slips away, baring her
His hazel eyes turn liquid green with lust
Darkening with the flame of his passion.
The scent of his cologne fills her nose
And his handsome face fills her sight.
His silky cinnabar mane brushes her face
As his full lips brush tenderly over hers.
He pulls her down, into the tub with him
She lays, still, contented, in the heaven
Found in his strong, beloved arms,
Amid the scented, warm bubbles.
He washes her gently, lovingly,
Caressing her with the soaked sea-sponge.
His long fingers leave wet trails
As they stroke her smooth cheek.
He holds her tight to his sleek form
Devouring her with a hazel eye.
Gallant he stands and lifts her
Free of the cooling waters.
The chill of the air makes her shiver
As he dries her he shares the heat of his body.
The warmth of his passion fills her too,
As he carries her in his strong arms.
Into the nearby bedroom where he lays her down
On the black satin sheets of the bed.
And, still nude,  he turns out the single light,
Before slipping between the sheets.


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