Picture a candlelit bathroom:
I was deep in a hot bath  of
scents  and oil - reading
a book of lyrical  poetry.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

You were reading too:
I  rested my head on
your foamy *******.
Looking up at you
I saw love in your eyes

You kissed my forehead.
We both went back
to  reading poetry.
Such sweet repose.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

TOBIAS