Just Wipe the Mirror

The bathroom fills with steam

as your hands absently soap your body,

taking inventory : fat ass, flabby belly,

no tits, stubble.

But what if I were there with you,

pressing the evidence of my ardour into

your welcoming ass, caressing your

tightening belly, your incipient tits,

unaware of stubble in my urgent

lift of you out of the shower,

feet splayed on wet floor as I

bend you forward to penetrate,

urging you to see how beautiful you are by

just wiping the mirror.