What Lies Beneath

The conversation between us, Seems gentle and sincere, Words that's meant to make her blush, Are whispered in her ear... So she lay there soaking, In the warmest bath I drew, Her echos keep provoking, What is coming into view... It bounces off the basin walls, In loops that can't escape, Then drowning into waterfalls, That slowly dissipates... I can feel the steam that's coming, From her stunning stare... While it slowly keeps on running, Down the parts of her she bares... Which gives more rise to reason, As she dips within her sheath, Of fluid like cohesion, From the rest that lies beneath... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com