Then All Turns To Glass

My head was placed on hers. Her smile was nearly
unapproachable. The water seemed to break and
scream off the porcelain tub. Little droplets of crystal
moisture rolled down her chest while the excess was
stuck to her face and lips.

I set my fingertips on her hips. Her eyes told me
what she wanted. I bit her lower lip. My fingers started
to slide up her body. I could feel her tremble and shiver
as she let out a deep breath that I knew had been
trapped inside of her.

Her shoulders slipped up and down on the wet tile
behind her. She let a moan shake out of her lips. I ran
my hands up her back into her soft and slightly damp
hair. A short scream bounces off the walls. Softly, I
kissed her on the lips. She smiles and I watch her shake
in my hands.

The steam that seemed to rise from our feet made
it harder to breathe, which only helped the intense
moment. I grabbed her hands and picked them up
above her head. She screams and moans, my legs go
numb, and everything...shatters.