Romance
I lift you into my arms and carry you to the bathroom. The bathtub is surrounded by little fat black and red candles.
Your clothing is merely a formaility, shed quicker than a chameleon's color. I gently place you into the warm waters of the bath, as the bubbles caress your skin, hiding your heavenly curves. Pure silk, drenched in soapy water, slowly runs from the base of your neck to the small of your back. You close your eyes as the silk becomes acquianted with your skin. Outside, you hear the roar of thunder, a sound to close for comfort. Although this is true, you feel completely safe and secure within this wonderful scene. A storm is coming. Are you ready?
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