Love in the bathroom

As raw as the radish
Edible and ravish
She was naked like day born
So wet yet, she still burns.

Her both hands were raised up
Then slowly they both dropped
Like light that never hides
Rescue she had outside

She made no sulky pout
When a snake was let out
Growing like a mushroom
In mist tint bathroom

Through the glass loud she screams
But away from the beam
Behind the glass she moans
To her best ever fun.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu