Smooth soaked skin surrounded by red rose peddles and floating glass candles

The steam gracefully lifting from her body is illuminated by the moon that shines through the glass ceiling

She takes deep savory breaths of basil and honey

Beads of sweet due fall from her hairline and dance down her spine until they find their home in the gentle caress of her neck

Her muscles ease until they resemble the fluidity of the pool she lies in

Rested eyes recall beautiful memories as the victrola spins beautiful notes of her past

For once she is still; consumed and content by the company of herself

For once she is captivated by the majestic moment that selected her as its keeper