Could you picture her wearing your button up unbuttoned; all but the one just below the breasts. Surrounded by candles in the bathroom. Sitting on the sink.
Shining before your very eyes capturing just the right prisms of light. They beam on her cheeks and its so cute...cause she looks so serious. Despite her lighthearted nature, her grounded demeanor it's no match for the desire, it can't hide the passion. You know that face. Your lady is on a mission and now that she's got your attention. It illuminates from within her. You can see the yearning in her eyes. Like "You" by Tank & Plies. She has prepared the water, steaming and oiled to shave your mustache and beard. With the just right play list, words are obsolete. Her bath has gone cold. So once she finishes. You add more hot water. You add more oil, bubbles, milk and flower peddles.Without her knowing her favorite tea is warming on the stove. On the towel warmer you have cleverly, casually placed her robe. Inside your head God, you thank. You breathe her. Wash her every inch. Shave your initials on her canvas. Then proceed to even shave her legs. Perfume her, massage her, dressing her in lotion. Paint her toes in your favorite color as she sips her tea. Kiss up her ankles, up her calves and then slowly up her thighs. Admire your craftsmanship and her trust for trusting you. Admire how skilled with their hands she must be as you glide your face over her flesh seamlessly...from pelvis to navel and every spot in between. The sashes that tied in a bow that bind her to the bed, blind folds and whipped creamed...