Behind the Glass, then Beneath my Feet

Description: The steam was rising… and i knew you were watching.you see me through the glass — blurred, dripping, tempting. and then i press my soles against it, slow and deliberate. you can almost feel the heat radiating through.each drag of my foot against the glass is a warning: you're not worthy of my touch, only my weight.then i open the door.dripping. powerful. in control.and i tell you exactly where to go — down on your knees, head to the edge of the shower floor. so i can stomp on it. over and over. until you're just laying beneath me.