Skin fresh
Still slightly damp.
The towel rubbing
Across each curve
I watch myself in the mirror.
Skin dry,
Still flushed from the heat
I pour the lotion
Cool in my palm
White and shimmering.
Running my hand
Up my arm and to my neck
Back down
A circular motion
Slow and precise.
My eyes follow my hand
Leaving behind silk
Smooth skin
Freshly shaved
Bare, naked.
I bend to massage my legs,
Drawing my hands upwards
My eyes watching
All the way to the top
Soothing, smooth
From my thigh to my belly
Nothing, sweet smooth skin
Across my breast, my nipples,
To my face, arms, hands
Cool now, soft.
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