Bathed In Memories.

Such woe by wonder brings.
Memories fuel fondness to enraging longing.
Scented smiles from bath lit candles.
In a space barely for two found comfort.


Cleansing hands soak hearts intertwined with love.
As stares of lavender emit passionate auras.
A tilt of glass to taste years matured.
Dry… Yet moisture’d lips overwhelm each thought.

Desire flows as heat from the running tap.
Over each cusp & crevice of our beings.
Soft gentle gestures stream from brow and lash.
Filling the room with damp air of yearning.

As musky voices call out.
“Please pass the Towel my love”