image from http://www.afrikarma.de
The steam rose in thick towers
Spiralling towards the ceiling
The delightful scents of rose, jasmine and bergamot
Carried upwards with the spiralling steam
One slender leg reached forward
Gently touching the water
Before easing completely under the surface
Quickly followed by the other
As she stepped fully into the bath
Slipping down under the water
The billowing clouds hiding her from sight
A soft sigh of contentment was heard
From slightly parted lips
Hair piled high upon her head
She laid back upon a thick fluffy towel
Water swirling around her chin
Sent more steam and the pleasant scents
To enfold her head in dreams of perfumed gardens
Eyes closed in contented bliss
She lay enveloped in the warmth
All her cares and worries carried away
In the rising steam
Leaving only peaceful dreams
Of perfumed pleasure
Beneath the talented hands of the masseur
Who had softly kneaded her flesh
Into pliant submission
Released all tension and cares
Until she floated quietly into this room
To soak in solitary peace
The oils, warm water and soaps
Combined to lull her almost to sleep
The quiet presence of the attendant
Broke her reverie
And she rose midst yet more steam
To reach for the huge thick towel
Her dream put aside for a time
Until she returned once more.
Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson 2014
Very nice! 🙂
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Ahhhhhh….thank you. Xo
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I could use a day like that.
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Takes me back…. Fiji.. Remember?
Love you
Ray XXX
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I need a month in a place like this. Good description of a beautiful place.
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Bliss…..x
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