Part 52
Awakened by a violent curtain sweep; her aggression hanging in the air; this balmy West Sussex morning would be challenging; leaving her always is.
Her mood afoul, it had taken me sometime to understand that these incursions that were banal to me, destroyed her every time.
"Hurry up I have a full day," she shouted over the steam, while I landed my ten toes on her warm parque floor.
I followed the steam to her shower and stared at her through the thick green glass, while she lathered in hurried aggression.
She was trying to wash me out, and I was hell bent on reminding her why she was all knots.
The warm water ricocheting from her body, as I collect her torso into mine, becoming one under the rain.
She's gasps.....
