I am soaking in the tiny bath at the bottom of my shower. Outside, the rain softly falls. So soft.
The amber hues of candlelight pick up a trail of downy hair on the nape of my neck.
My hair is still clinging with the drips of rose oil and warmth , the bouquet of flowers blossoming with every heady inhale. As I lean back into my watery garden, the bubbles fizzle between my thighs and then I am submerged and warm in every part of me. Delicious. It is so quiet and all the town is sleepy on a Sunday. Blue rain and darkness at my window. The only sound the rumble of distant thunder.
P.s I made you something my lovelies ..on the weekend.
As promised..something old and something new. Before you click the link though, play a song that reminds you of me..I promise it is worth it.