Candlelit

 
Spreading a handful of salts made by the sea,
into the bathwater where the steam ascends in dancin waves beckoning to me.
A glass of Scotch poured neat
waits next to the chaise,
summoning you to my ensuite,
while wax drips from the candles.
Your pulse quickens as I stand before you
 and unlace my sheer gown.
I lean into you and place a kiss, taking a nip on your lip.
You watch,
while I bathe in the flickers of a candlelit room.