Dip into my love;
I'm a warm bath.
You don't have to ask,
I drew myself for you.
Salt to ease any ache,
Soap to wash pain away,
Add a heap of rose
if it's what you like.
Tell me what is nice,
I'll set the room to suit.
A book or wine?
Do you want to dine?
Soak in my love, my love.
Don't miss an iota, dove.
I'm a warm bath;
I drew me for you.
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Darby S. Fisher
Young and tired writer of all sorts of things.
Adventure fantasy: Skeletons: Book One
Horror fantasy: Lonely Forest
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