And now the quiet And now he lifts her Carries her through the steam And lowers her into the jarring
And now the quiet And now he lifts her Carries her through the steam And lowers her into the jarring heat of the bath And she accepts Accepts his hands sloshing oiled water over her Accepts his hands caressing, head to toe And accepts his fingers Dragging every cleft Then upon her face Massaging her sweating skin And she was good She never opened her eyes She savoured She was making delicate, everafter memories -- source link
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