Author’s Note: Just something that poured out of my head tonight.
The air is heavy, steamy, warm.
A refreshing coolness rushes into the room as I open the door,
My skin still tinged pink from the heat of the shower.
Scrubbed and clean, I am soon self-massaged and rubbed down,
My muscles teased into a semblance of relaxation after a long 16 hours.
When I’m through, my skin smells of cinnamon and spices, soft and warm and comfortable.
Clad in pink cotton underwear with a disarming little bow
And Ben’s “Firefly” t-shirt, I meander around the house,
Enjoying the quiet of the late night.
Those last few sweet hours before slipping off to bed.
Ben is established in Albion for the nonce;
I am off to fight crime in L.A.
A good end to a blustery, snowy day.