The Bath

Saturday afternoon and you lay relaxing in a warm bath
While in an ajoining room I sit waiting for you to call me
To bring you a glass of juice or anything you might desire
And while I wait for your call which might never come
I picture in my mind your beautiful body
And how you used to let me adore you with my eyes
And with my hands and and my lips and with my body
But now only the warm waters of the bath
Touch you and kiss your body and adore you
Causing my heart, body and soul to ache
And to wish that I were the waters of your bath . . .