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.