In the sauna

Steam fogs everything up. Can't think straight in this wet heat. Someone walks in I barely know and next thing I'm busy under my towel. Fingers doing exactly what you'd think. Two strangers get stupid ideas at the same time and the room feels even smaller. Hands finding bare skin, mouths half-open from the temperature. Nothing planned, just pure trouble on wet wood benches. I stay quiet. They don't. The steam hides most of what we're doing, but not the sound.