Lake
“Undress me. And help me wash.”
His demand seemed to echo in the silence that followed his words. The water cascaded down on both of us and unlike him, while his eyes were focused on my face taking in every nuances, my eyes dropped to his chest. Following the route the water was taking. The hard ridges and lean muscles turning wet and inviting. He looked like a panther in repose as he stood with his back against the tiled wall, waiting for me to take a step closer. And then no doubt, he’d strike and devour me. The problem was I wanted him to devour me.
As my eyes took him in, I realised how right I was in my assessment. He was truly an art of God. God took his sweet time in making him. Although, he carried a beautiful scar on his face, rest of him was flawless. His body was sun kis
