The shower
I enter the shower room unheard and unseen. You have cast off your gown in a heap on the floor, eager to feel the lovely hot water.
I slip off my gown, ready to join you.
I hesitate. I see you under the flow of water, your head is thrown back as the jet of water cascades over your face and hair.
Your hair is slick and smoothed by the water. Droplets gather on your shoulders, I watch them merge and grow until at last they, break away to form small riverlets again merging and growing into larger ones that run down your back.
They gather at the top of your spine and tumble down, twisting and turning as they go.
You are still unaware of my presence. I can see that you love the hot water caressing your sweet body.
You move and the direction of water changes. The water is like a lover who is able to caress you all over and at the same time.
I see you turn towards me, but still not seeing me. I envy the water. I want to be there with you, but I do not want , indeed cannot break the spell that holds you.
Even your movements become fluid. I watch mesmerised as your body sways in the flow of water, like a blade of grass in a stream.
You have given yourself to the shower. You and the water have become one with each other. The water cascades down your body, clean and pure.
I am like a voyeur, watching your sensual movements, seeing you being caressed by an unseen lover.
I will wait for you my love, until you are ready.
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