The hot steam is still in the air. Droplets run down my skin..
Added 2025-05-03 13:00:09 +0000 UTCThe hot steam is still in the air. Droplets run down my skin, and everything seems to slow down.I take my time drying off. The towel on my thighs is barely hanging on. I wish someone would come up behind me, slide their hand down my wet back, and whisper something obscene-and very right. But for now - I just stand there, warm, lazy and waiting. Would you come over?
