Bath Time

The times when She wanders down the stairs with a good book and/or headphones to indulge Her skin in a lucious steamy puddle are, perhaps, Her sultriest moments, bar none. She's either irritated when She storms off, disconnected and blanketing or in need of some alone time (Her favourite erotic story is titled, "Watermark").

To clarify, it cannot, therefore, be concluded that my favourite times spent with Her are when She isn't present. It simply means that the spaces between time spent with Her are painful, à la the times when She's most desperately wanted.

Right, time to go post on my other blog.