On my own, I reduce showering to a series of brief, ritualized steps. It lacks the spontaneity of a partner’s assistance. I lather, wash, rinse and repeat from my head to my pedicured toes. I loofah, exfoliate and shave. Sensuality pushed aside for brevity and conservation.
With a partner, I relish showering and elevate it to a series of caresses, strokes and ritualized steps designed to entice. Spontaneity lurks around every curve, behind each pool of clinging suds. I lather, wash, rinse and repeat from the top of their head to the tip of their toes. I loofah, exfoliate and shave. Sensuality embraced, time forgotten until the water runs cold.
We dip into it, rinsing off quickly. Hands briskly usher the last of the suds from our bodies. The tap drips to a stop and we exit onto the thick bath mat. We wrap thick, luxurious cotton towels around each other. Hands stroke and rub, drying our moist skin and warming each other. When the towels drop, forgotten, we take stock of each other, sharing a knowing look…
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