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::: Old Tub of Honey :::

Big old tub of honey.
Don’t add soap.
Let’s just slosh around
And listen to the radio.

You asked me to bathe with you tonight
Among turquoise tiles, window stars
And your fragrant olive skin.
A good sign you plan to stay.

So let’s splash and embrace.
And splash again, as they say,
Until the Grim Reaper appears
Amidst our laughter in the door
And hauls our sweet sticky asses away.

Written by: ~ Bleak Optimist