Roberta lies in a bath, stretches out her legs to touch the end with her toes
Soaking into warm water, she relaxes and lets the day wash over her
She watches Marco as he stands naked before the mirror, shaving
Taking in every curve of his body, the dark hairs that run down his back
He moves the blade slowly over his cheek, first one and then the other
before rinsing away the foam and severed hairs in the sink below
later she will trace a finger over his smooth face, before kissing him
the lightness of her touch, the soft caress of her lips, his incentive
He sits down on the edge of the bath, runs his hand through the water
causing small waves to lap over her body while she smiles up at him
He looks at her long legs, her arms, her round belly, her small breasts
Any imperfections he doesn't notice, she is more familiar than his own body
Standing up he starts to sing, begins to dance around the bathroom
Taking his face towel, he spreads it before him, concealling nothing
She laughs and splashes him with water, before he takes her hand
And pulls her towards him, into his arms, her wet body pressed against his
© the dishonest woman
