Hot Springs
Cold air all around but warm steam rises above
From springs heated from deep below.
Throwing on on shorts I slip inside
And feel my day float away.
As bubbles rises they tickle my side
As cares freely flow from my mind.
Hours pass by I relax deep into a haze
Of warm steam flowing free.
Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2014
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