Observation

You shower to wash off the work of the day
I watch you as your hands soap your body
A twinge of jealously that I am not showering with you
You allow the suds to wash off and the water envelops you

As you emerge from the shower I scan your body intensely
Your pink skin glows and the droplets glisten like glitter
The water drains along the contours of your body
Until it finds the delta of your pubic hairs

From that special triangle the water twists and turns
Mating and curling your public hairs
Into a final special curl
Leaving drops of water like a stalactite

As you reach for a towel
You dry beneath your breasts then your tummy
Before drying your back and your legs
You always dry your inner thighs last

You allow the stalactite as much life as possible
An innocent act of kindness
That shows the beautiful women you are
Watching you dry yourself is very intimate

Then you apply your body cream
Like a gloss coat your skins shines
But your face requires a special cream
Now you look and feel ready for bed