It was a vision that chanted symphony...
The site of him as he exited the shower, his tanned and muscular body glistening wet under the florescent bathroom light.
As he moved around the room I could hear the orchestrated music in my head.
He simply flowed. He moved with a grace that was indescribable.
I leaned back on the bed and studied him through the open door as he toweled himself dry.
Each movement of his arm, each ripple of defined muscle, was like an overture….
He entered the bedroom with a smile that made my heart pound.
A pounding that could have drowned out a bass drum.
He made his way across the room and pulled me into his arms.
Our bodies entwined, moving together in an operatic masterpiece.