Bathing Beauty

Breathe laden islands rise and fall beneath the steam graced surface of clear water, capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm, beaded with water running in rivers down mountainsides of flesh, puddling, in the darken depression of navel. The water rises, about kneecaps pristine and alabaster in hue. Angular shoulders hug the far end of the tub. A slender neck held aloft, crowned with auburn hair and hazel eyes, changling orbs, of green and gold an a oval face rivaling Modigliani’s Madonna. A ruddy glow spreads across high cheekbones. The rising water submerges all, but porcelain neck and upturned face, tendrils, tresses, coil, splay on still water. Lids droop languidly, lips pout petulantly, and still the water rises buoying delicate arms, ending in fingers ...avidly playing.. upon the pearl white key to desire.