Hot water pumps from the facuet, rises
in the bathtub at a lively rate.
Fresh rose petals adorn the porcelain
frames the same way
the blouse and skirt, the shirt and tie
fall aimlessly about the nylon rug.
The young couple lock legs
and lips at the edge of the counter
as the mirror begins to fog at the corners--
imprints of each others' fingers are left
behind
on his chest
her back
the doorknob and faucet tip.
The robust smell of lemon and lavender
incense permeates the room
and just a touch
of soothing grapeseed oil
stirs in the whirlpool tub.
Hot water continues to rise
on the cusp of overflowing.
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