Christening the Claw-foot Tub

            I
Rescued from ignominy in a moment
of  bravado, scoured of grime and history,
we paid to have it relined a glossy
virginal white.  Ornate brass fittings
and an outer coat of tasteful cream
set off by the terra cotta tiles.

            II.
Scented candles with sensual tones,
Dimmed lights and libidinous
music set the scene.
Silk robe and black lace
meet at the door.

            III.
The robe slips to terra and black
becomes white with pink highlights.
Hands reach out but touch is verboten
unless sub aqueous.  Toe testing smiles
and Venus sinks as Adonis stands, erect.

            IV.
Together now beneath the surface
toes probe and soap slips.
Backs buffed and fronts foamy
she turns and he kisses along her spine,
she arches, twists back
to grasp and gasp at the enormity of
it all.

            V.
His hands slide soapily over nipples
Hard as diamonds,
into shadowed valleys as she sighs
leaning back to let him find her.
There!  Yes, there!
His fingers slips into and over her
eliciting moans of wanton pleasure
he will not let her deny him,
holding her fast as spill
darkens the terra cotta tiles