I’m in the kitchen, soaping a wine glass. The last rays of sun filter in lazily through the netting on the window above the sink. The humid heat of the day has yet to give away to the coolness of the evening. Yearning for any movement of air I bend forward slightly.
The shift in posture lightly accentuates the muscles in my legs and causes the pattern of light and shadow across my face and torso to shift slightly.
A fleck of foam catches in the hairs on my chest. Slowly, deliberately, I put down the glass.
I start soaping my chest. Citrus scented bubbles of scintillating color perform a dazzling display on the landscape of my torso and stomach, slowly drifting ever lower. “Are you feeling dirty yet darling?”
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