Tealights

Opening the door that
closes the day,
the night silences the room.
Tealights trickle
like a silent stream
leading me to blue
striped sheets and the
scent of shower water lingering.

Slip into bed quietly,
met by a smile
that washes the hours away.
Waves sway up and down
like the hem of a skirt
as it bounces with each step,
held at the waist,
scent of shower water lingering.

Even days later, on quiet nights
it is relaxing to think
of stripes and fire
and hips held down
as the silence tells its tale
of kisses, caresses,
eyes searching for
flickers of a pleased response.

The lights are off in the shower
as the lathering and pounding
waters return me to you.
Simply the thought of
your voice as it coaxes me
makes my clit blush
fingers smooth over the
flickers of a pleased response.