A bath with my beloved

I hear my beloved's voice speak to me from beyond the translucent shower door. “Just take off your clothes and get into the tub," her words injecting me with a venom which made me unable to move. She continues. "We've been planning this for a while, right? I think I'm ready to bathe together." I notice an uncertain shaking in her voice. Is she forcing this upon herself for my sake? I make an effort to lighten her tense. "I'm taking off my clothes, don't look," I tease. "Hey, thats my line," she playfully entertains. I begin to remove my extra layer of wear which kept my most intimate parts hidden. My nipples harden as the cold atmosphere of the open room meet. I open the shower door and sheepishly approach the bathtub where my girlfriend sits alone, her back facing me. I take a second to dote on her beauty. Her beauty reminds me of a swan who elegantly bathe in a crystal blue lake. Never in my life did I think to see my girlfriend in such an amatory setting. An awakening sensation brew before me, a growing feeling I wish not to arise. I give my best effort to keep the sudden urges suppressed. My girlfriend gestures for me to sit behind her. I follow her request and sit behind her. We were close enough where I could feel her warmth radiate from her skin, and surely my warmth to her as well. We stay sitting for quite some time, neither knowing how to break the awkward silence; the room grows with a deafening quietness. Only a tap of the occasional dripping water from the faucet. Time passes by, I, contemplating the best approach to forward our journey. I hesitantly make the brave decision. My hand reaches for the shampoo bottle. She is just as nervous as I am, I reassure to myself. I daringly ask if she would like me to wash her hair. Sheepishly, she responds in a soft spoken tone. "Y- yes." With approval, I begin to pour the liquid onto her hair and massage her scalp in a rhythmic motion. I scrub her hair with diligence, scooping up water every so often, as to help the shampoo flourish through the vines of her thick, tangled hair. I continue to stroke her hair for several minutes, I, becoming completely entranced by her grace. At that very moment, time no longer had any significance. Nothing aside from us mattered, for only we existed.

*BEEEEEP*

The loud bell jolts me up into reality from my fictional daydream scenario. I pack my belongings and walk towards the door. 

“If only it were true,” I weep to myself.