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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bathtime Shared.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fenola watched <br>as Eileen bathed. <br>She took in <br>the hand </div><div style="margin:10px 0">moving <br>the lathered sponge <br>over the contours <br>of the body, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">moving between tits <br>like some <br>venture ship of old, <br>moving down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the belly, <br>beneath the soapy water <br>to the pleasure dome, <br>then out again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">around the neck <br>and under chin, <br>then whole body <br>over once again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knew that body well, <br>each inch of flesh, <br>each orifice, <br>each smell, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each loving touch. <br>Even the thought <br>pleased her <br>overmuch. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eileen looked over <br>where Fenola sat, <br>on stool, <br>in bathrobe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with feet <br>on mat. <br>Come on in, <br>she said, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">room enough for two, <br>you rub my back, <br>I'll rub yours <br>and other places too. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fenola thought awhile, <br>took in her eyes <br>that gazed, <br>the smile </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that spread, <br>the memory <br>of the afternoon <br>in bed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the positions held <br>and played, <br>the sex ensuing. <br>Eileen pointed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the soapy bath, <br>come in, <br>she said <br>with sexy laugh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fenola stood up <br>from the stool, <br>disrobed, <br>set it aside, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stepped in the bath <br>and sat down, <br>the water engulfing. <br>Somewhere </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the other room, <br>Ravel played <br>from hifi speakers, <br>Bolero </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or some such piece, <br>the sound touching <br>the bathroom walls <br>with steam and scent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girls rubbed <br>and scrubbed <br>and laughed <br>in soapy water, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each one <br>like a siren <br>of the sea <br>or Neptune's daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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as Eileen bathed. 
She took in 
the hand 

moving 
the lathered sponge 
over the contours 
of the body, 

moving between tits 
like some 
venture ship of old, 
moving down 

the belly, 
beneath the soapy water 
to the pleasure dome..."></div>
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