Birdbath
Beads of water on the door
Rendered garments on the floor
Steamed up mirrors on the wall
Clouds of mist inside the stall
In the space the air is thick
Replete with moisture, heat, and slick
With passion, ardor, joy, desire
Despite the flood the room's on fire
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