If I fantasize you with mouth-open and heavy-lidded in the bathtub
Touching yourself, (yes, slowly, there),
In the soapbubbles
That crackle when your back arches,
Though I readily admit
When I say IF I mean Yes, yes,
Whoever called them ‘lips’
Wasted no words,
(This is getting harder for you, I know), IF
I fantasize this
Do not blame me too much,
For I (like you?) have mostly kept
My monster indoors lest he be pursued
Through little mountains
By beerbellied villagers with torches
When your back arches.

© 1995, Stan Rice

Credit: I would like to thank Anna for kindly sharing this poem with me so I could share it with everyone.
- Original source: http://faculty.washington.edu/jnh/archive/vol1no2/rice.html