In the Mirror

She stepped out of that delicious shower, warm, fragrant, refreshed, slowly drying herself off. Then carefully put on make-up, fixed her hair. And now stood in front of the full length mirror, naked, admiring, smiling a bit at what she saw. Certainly a bit different than 20 years ago, but clearly still beautiful, what others would call sexy, desirable, even adorable. Nonetheless, she was discouraged, feeling strangely sad, empty. At not being seen, acknowledged, by the one she so wanted. Who didn’t know she felt that way because she didn’t seem to have the ability to tell him.

The very thought of him aroused her so. She now imagined him there for the night, touching, stroking, caressing, kissing, wanting, loving her. Sadly, the one who could seemed to be increasingly indifferent, unaware anymore of the woman she still was, what she needed, what she wanted. And increasingly, he seemed to be fading away slowly, somehow losing that substance of attraction he once had. What was she to do?