mundane activity turned into a romantic one

I watch the 
droplets 
trickle 
down 
the tile walls 
and the steam fill up the room. 
My heart is pounding steadily as I step inside of the tub, 
my mind full of thoughts that 
spill 
down 
the drain 
as I finger through my hair with shampoo suds. 

The sensation of the heated water beating down my body is almost too much to handle. 
I feel the soap 
sliding 
from my neck 
to the arch of my back 
and down 
my
legs. 

Each piece of negativity is washed away from me as I become enchanted by the scent of warm vanilla sugar. 

I spread hot chocolate scrub across my arms, admiring the contours of my muscles and studying the veins that splay across my wrists. 
I can feel your hands across my chest 
and I can taste you in that moment. 

I lean my head back and let the water shower my face, feeling peaceful and innocent. 
My lips part and kiss the waterfall, tasting the refreshing purity which is unlike anything I’ve ever had before that moment. 

It’s more than just water; 
it’s you with me.

As the drops 
slide 
down 
my throat, 
I feel your fingertips trickling their way down my bony frame. 
I can hear your light laughter as I rub my eyes that are stained with lathered soap. 

I carry you with me everywhere I go. 

As I rinse myself, the sounds of the rainfall fill my mind like music. 
I feel whole and loved. 
I ease the chrome handle into the downward position
and the water ceases to fall. 
There is an occasional 
drip
drip
drip-drop 
that softly trickles from the faucet. 

The plush towel that my hand reaches for embraces me and holds me close. It’s warm and safe, but there’s nothing like the 
security 
of your 
arms 
around 
my body.