Three clicks to the left and the water starts to dribble out of the faucet
The cold turns to heat and the steam begins to rise
Humming from the overhead vent vibrates through the tile
The sliding door squeaks shut behind him
Flushed with warm water
An array of feminine products absurdly stating nonsense
The droplets of water piling up on the glass and separately make a break for the bottom
Pipes pump the water from the ground up through and rattle their way out
His hair is drenched and his body soaked
The aroma of the soap flutters through the air
At the cream colored wooden door comes a knock
Through the water stained glass he sees a mouth filled out with white teeth
Her clothing drops the floor
The glass slides and she steps in
He slips into a lusting adventure
Half past eleven and he clicks the knob three to the right
The water is off and towels are snatched
The flowery rug leaves the evidence of two sunken into it
It's time to start the day
