I can feel your presence looming over me. I look over my right shoulder, gazing at your deltoid muscle.
You embrace me with those strong arms And shock me with your cold, drenched skin. I trace these long scars on your left forearm. And face you. Deep dimples trap your mischievous smile.
A droplet of water drips from the ends of your hair onto my forehead. You grab onto my waist and press me against you. I am on my toes.