I started to feel like Bob the Builder,
needed a bath, so I reached for a bathtub filler.
But since I've gotten slim on a whim,
and no longer bathtub swim.
I thought a shower trim would do the trick again.
Flirty into dirty, dirty into flirty,
fingers typing on her body,
like a keyboard typing QWERTY.
Laces unlaced below a lace hugging waist
under a shower’s cape, with no drop of waste.
Face in, face out,
face pinned against the grout.
I'm recreating the scene of Barbie and Ken
under a shower trim and undergarments sliding past shins
kisses paused in-between grins - Mrs. caused me to shower again...