She lit only the bathroom candle, low light her friend tonight. She tested the shower temperature, the warmest of rains kissing her wrist, impatient until it could envelope her. Verbena glazed her skin and lingered, lemon bubbles reminding her that she was woman. And cocoa butter moisturized her mane, hinting at her heritage, princess of the West Indies. She leaned into the wall and allowed the intimate river to decide what needed caressing.
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