He stands unclad, sponging away the sweat of dancing from his gilded form and I cannot help but watch. He is meticulous – the movements as precise as any made in battle. Yet tonight the warrior rests, the king defers. Tonight the lover commands.
His mouth curves, smiles a secret smile, and I wonder what he ponders. Reclined upon our wedding bed, perhaps I know.
Trembling water caresses curves of sun bronzed muscle – kissing flesh like the soft breeze of summer that blows through the curtained window.
He is beautiful, and tonight, after too many years of waiting he is mine.