Alfred Steven’s the bath.
And Bliss Naturally
A calm gaze that peers from an ocean of blue is the source of her torment.
His skin is the texture of bliss.
With lips that taste of joy.
She closes her eyes and sees no more than his blazing copper skin and those strong warm hands.
His sent lingers in pillows, sheets, his discarded garments and her flesh.
There was nothing else for it but to take a bath and wash him away.
A blissful week to all.
My love, my care,