Midnight

Midnight

The scene was set and the players had found their marks.

Twenty two tea candles flickered around the edge of the tub. Three clustered in each corner, next to her earrings and between her perfumes.
The tub was filled with mountains of suds scented lavender, and a sea sponge the size of a football floated like an exotic island in the center. She’d never seen anything like it.

“Is this for me?”

I loved it when she asks ridiculous questions. Then she gave me a demure look. By the beard of the Profit, and by all the Christian saints, I love it when she gives me a look like this. When a mature sophisticated woman can convey the look of an innocent girl, I simply melt. The translation is this:

“I’m a sophisticated woman, and privy to every secret of the love-maker’s art. But I’m a woman newly in love, so I’m an ingénue too.”

Then she put her hands up in arabesque fashion like Anna Pavlova, forming a minaret.

“Help me in, won’t you?”

©StevenHunley2016

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