The Lady Andariel
Copyright 03052023
She sat on the edge of the tub
Contemplating last evening.
As the warm water ran, the upturned corners of her lips told the story of memories.
He was a gentleman. He was a lover. Neither would hand their hearts over. But their bodies, so well, knew each other.
He had touched her soul many times. He was her addiction. And she, his. He knew each curve on her skin. He knew where to plant his kiss or place his whip.
She felt the pulse begin in her still swollen petals as she let the water course over her body. Soothing her muscles as she reached lower with her fingers remembering…
everything.
The Lady Andariel 