Bathtub

I laid myself in the bathtub.

It was full of water.

It was full of blood.

It was amniotic fluid.

Cum, spit, tears, oil.

It was full of life.

Life juices.

I laid myself in the bathtub.

I watched as I made waves.

Rippling as I moved.

Rippling as I breathed.

Air and water.

Moving in and out and in again.

Tracing that ebb and flow.

I laid myself in the bathtub.

Feeling the water touch me.

One moment on the high seas.

Tossing and swelling and rough.

The next like laying at the water’s edge.

Soft.

Just gently lapping.

Fingering.

Tickling.

Teasing.

I laid myself in the bathtub.

I lost myself and found you.

Wet and slippery.

Writhing on top of me.

I found myself and lost you.

Floating there alone.

My hands.

My imagination.

My desires.

I laid myself in the bathtub.

Groaning and shuddering.

Moaning and twitching.

Right down to the last drop.

A bubble circling the drain.

To gasp and lie in release.