Hot water splashed my face and fell over my body as suds rolled off every curve, and the night of our intimacy went with it. The steam rolled up from my feet and filled the bathroom and seeped out from under the door. He came in without knocking and pulled back the curtain---it took me by surprise. I still remember that smile, the look upon his face. He looked me in the eyes, kept smiling, closed the curtain back and shut the door behind him. After I laughed to myself, I closed my eyes and put my face under the shower one last time. I turned the knob, and as I dried off my skin, watched the water fall from the faucet until it became no more. When I walked up to the mirror it was fogged over with words--I read it, and I remember him writing of men and who we are as people. I opened the door and the steam spilled out into his bedroom. As I walked across the room, I left footprints in my wake on the cold hardwood floor.
My clothes lay on top of the tangles of sheets we had created in passion. I slipped on lace to cover my nakedness. He walked in the room and smiled that same smile and said, "I like those." And he pointed at the black lace panties hugging to my body. I laughed and said, "Thanks." Our eyes met in that moment, and time stopped, as we both continued to smile.
I walked back in the bathroom and continued to get ready for the day ahead. I was almost finished when I heard his footsteps thud across the bedroom floor. I looked to my left waiting for him, and he came.
He took slow steps toward me. As he got closer he stepped behind me, his hands traced down my arms and back up. He pushed my hair away from my neck and softly kissed it; and one after another worked his way across my shoulders and down my back. With calmed passion, he caressed my side with his lips and inched toward my stomach. With his hands at my sides, he held me with a delicate, yet strong hold. I felt the warmth and wetness of his lips and tongue as he pressed his mouth against my skin. I placed my hands at the back of his neck. As he slowly moved up my stomach he didn't miss an inch. He paused at my chest for just a moment, I felt his lips part, and I knew he was smiling. I felt him breathe me in. He said, "You smell like earth and blossoms." His warm breath grazed over my breast as he spoke and it sent chills down my spine. He stood up and I nestled my head at his neck and took a deep breath---Ocean water...He always smelled like the ocean--salty and sweet....