Wet and naked (a poem, prose, a short story or whatever you want to call it)

Their arms wrapped around their unveiled bodies,

closer than ever before.

The warm water providing a soothing experience

while it splashed unto that one being

that once were two.

Just them, some local flora and fauna

and the sound of water, numbing their thoughts and fears

on that tropical island.

He smiled from sheer delight

and knew she did too.

Holding that thought

he closed the shower taps,

was bemused by his wrinkely fingers

and stepped into bed,

wet and naked.

Here's me, reading above piece in a 'picvoice':

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