Shot like a cannonball
from the ported-jet,
I swam furiously out
into your hot privacy,
wet tender moments,
where I,
circling
your painted-toes,
sizzled up along
your shapely-legs
upward over
your cute-tummy,
so yummy to drift
along your slender neck
& soft shoulders
to the swirling surface.

Now feeling bolder,
I dove downward,
deeper to meet
your sweet playful feet,
only to take my time
floating,
twirling higher
through your delicious crevices
& between your lovely peaks
topped with granite tips,
I released
to the warm air
once more.

O Miss Pretty Bather,
your luxurious hair
& bare bottom,
I want it all!

I want to drown
with you,
continuously
in your bubble bath,
over and over,
again and again,
relish in this sinless swim,
this genuine moist-fun.

O please
Miss Pretty Bather,
keep the water running!