The Shower.

 I watched her step out of the shower,

Wet and dripping and cloaked in steamy mist.

She smiled at me and I handed her a towel,

Which she turbanised around her head

while stooping at the waist to catch all the hair.

When she stood up, I caught my breath,

And I watched as she slipped her arms

into the fluffy white robe.

She pretended not to play to the crowd,

As tho' she could possibly have been unaware

of the heat of my eyes upon her cooling skin.

With a thick blue towel, she dried first one breast, and it's underneath

- and then the other...

Holding them upwards to her scrutiny

as though checking for clean

- like a mother behind fresh-washed ears.

I leaned against the door-jamb

and kept watching as she placed her right foot on the closed toilet lid

Exposing her leg

And began to rub it's length with the blue towel.

She knew that, as she moved her arms and body,

different parts became hidden,

and other parts came suddenly into view...

switching legs switched the parts.

As she stood, and brushed past me, she tied the robe,

handed me the dampened towel,

lightly brushed my lips with hers,

and was gone from my view.

I felt as tho' I had been punched in the belly..

Although she believed that her body has an effect upon me.. and others..

she never realy understands the effect,

and never really has.

When watching her - even fully dressed - she can stop my heart

simply by standing upright,

tossing her hair -drying between her toes,

snuggling into her terrycloth

head high in the mirror.

She is simply unbelievably hypnotic to me

and she always has been.

I followed her into the bedroom

just as soon as I could draw beath,

sufficient to move my feet.

She had shucked the robe and turned her back

while she slid easily into a lacy beige bra

and smoothed it around her breasts....

tucking her little rosebuds into the satin cups..

and then, holding the matching panties in hand,

she turned to face me once again.

I watched them move up over her thighs like swans on a glass lake,

and her tender fingers ironed the creases just right.

She kept her eyes on mine... and I couldn't move them away.

Her fingers dipped into the waistband and dived down to clear out the frontal wedgie,

trimming her luxurious bush

and leaving it neat and tidy,

and completely visible through the sheer material that covered it.

Turning away again, she looked back over her shoulder

to watch my face

as she pulled the panties high and tight over her round full ass cheeks

smoothing and patting and stroking and petting

until it was just... so,

just... perfect.

Normally we both knew

this part of the show would have been the end.

I would have simply stepped forward and done something

probably several things

and shortly afterwards

we would have both been back in the shower...

starting all over again.

But, this day, there was no time

and I forced myself to begin to breathe again.

But I kept my eyes on her.

Next came the skirt - short and loose.

When she sat on the end of the bed to slip into her shoes,

she let her thighs fall apart

knowing that I would watch forever, if allowed.

Slowly she closed the curtains to the stage.. and the show was over.

From the closet came a flimsy white blouse

and then she was dressed.....

and I could breathe easy once again.

At the door she asked me if I had the car keys

and when I said that I did, she opened the door and turned towards me...

and stopped...

framed in the doorway about two feet from me..

and I became transfixed.

The bright sunlight made rainbows in her eyes

and shimmered in the gossamer of her hair.

The places where her neckline and shoulders slid from view

into the soft flods and waves of her blouse

drew my eyes - invited my fingers.

her eyes locked into mine and she licked her lips...

and she simply stood there in the doorway

in the morning light.

and she was mine to take or to follow

to have and to hold.

to simply and utterly love and adore

for every day of the rest of time.

I walked to her and touched her lips to mine

and pulled the door closed behind me.

I knew then that, long after her body had aged

and mine along with it,

we would still have this .... one-ness,

this absolute completeness

and that I would indeed love, and adore and cherish

and serve and service

any and all of her needs and wishes - including today's.

After all she wanted me to take her shopping for new underwear...

how could I turn her down??

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