texting while in the tub and drinking wine

she sends

me a picture of her leg,

a long leg

with fishnet stockings,

then

her arm,

the cherry red 

nails on her hand

holding a glass of wine.

she unbuttons her blouse

so that i can

see a snippet

of her bra,

then a picture of her

high heels arrive,

then bare

feet.

she's in the tub now,

taking

pictures with bubbles

up to her neck,

carefully hiding the rest of her.

now it's your turn,

she writes.

i send her a picture

of a cake

i just took out of the oven.

we never

text again.