Queen
Bath the queen the traditional way
Time made to bath
Dwelling in riches
Lost paradise
Enchanted petals
Power Magnified
Sweet champagne sipped in bliss
Cellulose sponge dribbling warmth down my back
Touch back the water in the tub
Each time gently brushing my skin
The fresh scent of white rose petals
Skin to petal
Build up
After last
A queen relaxed
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