Oh, what fun that was. In that beautiful Corian oval filled with warm water, our eyes locked and my leg finds its home, snug in between yours. Your eyes close and your head immediately drops back. The scent of lavender fills the air. The Chablis on our tongues cuts the damp moist heat, fogging the mirrors.
Its quiet for awhile, except for the sound of droplets of water periodically falling from the faucet. We don’t need conversation though. My eyes just watch you as your body unwinds from the the intensity of your schedule. I just want to make you feel good.
Music mood: Jimmy Buffet ” blue heaven rendezvous”
bath salts xo