She was
bathing by Candle-Lite,
and looked a beautiful
sight.
Laying back
with Steam rising,
her wet Body
sure looked appetizing.
Several Minutes
in the Bathroom with her were spent,
admiring the shape of those
Knee's bent.
The Hair was
tied back,
it was an alluring
Black.
The aroma lofting through the Air
of scented Oil's,
she deserved her
fragrance Spoil's.
Feeling a
deep attraction,
observing her
with lingering satisfaction.
How erotic seeing
her wash,
taken quite by surprise
and thinking oh gosh.
Never so much
as the slightest touch,
her nationality
was Dutch.
Trying to remain
calm and polite,
a moment never to be forgotten
seeing her bathing by Candle-Lite.
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