The smell of her shampoo washes over me like a fresh spring rain

rinsing my senses of winter’s lack luster fragrance.

The flowery smell of the heavy laden steam permeates the

room as I drink my fill and bask my mind in the hot mist.

I love to watch this esoteric dance she performs as the water

beats down on her body like thousands of tiny reminders of her day..

This is her time to reflect and to feel her body covered with

aromas that make me glad that I am a man.

She knows I watch this private exhibition, but only in a

sensual way. The water is pure and cleansing as it rids her of

the trails and tribulations of her day.

The tranquility of each drop touching her body makes me realize

just what peace and comfort she brings into this world.

As I sit gathering my words, the water stops and she emerges

in goddess like fashion as rivulets of nectar run down her sheer body.

Her cinnamon curls drape wet over her body as she towels off the

golden sheen that is still steaming from her skin.

There is purpose in each of her movements. Each one the same, each

time.

Laying out as if in waiting is her teddy. Sleek and dainty, satin to touch.

The small amount of perfume she sprayed on the lace straps as a

tease captivates my mind as I inhale my visions of what is to come .

She is confident in the skin she wears as she lowers her head to give

me that quirky little smile I love so much.

As with every ritual she performs, the putting on of her teddy is no

exception.

A simple task for any man to dress, yet a chance at absolute

seduction for a woman.

There is something primal about watching her purposely seduce me

with each movement she makes.

As she pulls her wet curls around her face, I pull her close to me to

enter once again into her teddy.

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