Poem for her 378

Dear Readers,



Soft


Soothing music plays in the air, sounds of leaves
Water hot and a bit steamy with quick flow hits you
The shower is long and relaxing running off your shoulders
The towel soft and large fluffy and drying warm
The air flow dries the dampness away but does not chill
The hair drier's sound is muted and not harsh but warm
The smell of chocolate and mint is in the air too
Soft slightly scented lotion warm in my hands
Your shoulders first, but head to toe the flow goes
Time isn't tracked, the spa is ours the gift daily
Or on the second hour after the moon rises over the trees
Muscles might be sore from events of the day, or not
The slow care taking a steady thing loving you
Hands touching you till your sleep sounds mild
Soft days in a busy world soft hours in a long day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.