Again she soaks her alabaster skin
the bath enriched with thick chestnut extract,
as I, her ardent fan seeks to be in
deep thoughts to penetrate, remain intact.
Hands rub around and round, soap must be DOVE
into the crevices, between moist lips
beneath the stillness stirs the Dugong's love
while making foaming waves like sailing ships.
Herbert Nehrlich 2
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bathing-beauty/
