I’m pacing outside the door.

I want to go in

but I can’t.

I know it’s unlocked.

I know I’m invited.

 

I choose to perch on the railing instead

close my eyes,

and imagine…

 

Your skin must be so soft

and when it is damp like that,

you must smell so wonderful…

 

I experiment, breathing in.

I can feel myself taking the soap from your hands,

and as I look into your blue, blue eyes

I slowly slide the bar over your already slippery body

and I move closer still.

 

I nibble some places that need nibbling,

and I put the bar away because my hands cannot stand

to be even that far away from you…

 

As I run my fingers all over you,

and our breathing changes,

the phone rings.

Startling me, so that I almost fall off the banister.

 

Disoriented, with the taste of you still all over me,

I quietly slip downstairs

to answer it..