Using bathroom with open door

In the intimate moments we share each day,
My lover leaves the bathroom door ajar,
Though I avert my eyes, I can't turn away,
Every detail, every act, becomes my memoir.

It may seem strange, almost absurd,
But it's not just for the smell or the view,
The sound of him urinating, I've heard,
Can arouse desires I never knew.

On our bed, I lay, lost in thoughts so grand,
About his manhood, so strong and true,
The promise of pleasure, I understand,
As he empties his bladder, my heart beats anew.

The morning after, when he's had his fill,
It's convenient to cleanse himself there,
Dispelling remnants of last night's thrill,
Of fluids that have filled the air.

He grunts harshly as he shits
or his ass farts out a loud kiss
I cant but admire his sexy ass
biting my lips as he blows his gas

Sometimes as he sits or lets out a toot,
The bathroom fills with an odor so free,
It drifts into our room, a pungent salute,
But it's a scent that connects him and me.

I can hear when he flushes the toilet,
and the sigh of relieve in his voice.
I now know he had a nice release.
and its something to rejoice.