Lost        in your arms

TV transforms  

to        boudoir bathing.

Claw-footed bath

where I recline      odalisque

your      strong left      arm

curved      luxuriant

about my      lathed waist;

foaming water      undulates

and r o c k s      displaced,

wet-laps     as cream

silk-tongued      from flesh.

Long legs     en-tang-led

and toes      slow      knowing

soft-stroking       skin.

Your heart     lowbooms    

and    e  c  h  o  e  s     

break      ing waves

that       re  son  ate      

soothing sonar sounds

of my content -      ment 

        Oh, we are only

        lying horizontal on couch

        your right hand becalmed

        in my welcoming hair

        screen’s lights flickering        and oh, so

        wetly wavering

why then,

my love

am

I               panting?