When couple goals were trending on the web.

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When my school mate fell in love over Instagram, we took slow showers with the phone watching, rather, a boy watching over the video call. Exposing our dirty dark souls with increased brightness and muted video sessions. 
Showers together over the phone is quite a challenging task. Your plumber never knew, such a day would even arise. He never knew you would mount your device on the rustic pipe and flirt effortlessly. The dampness in the bathroom makes it look foggy after a while. You can let your stomach be at rest, or tuck it in and pretend to be hot. 



You lean on all the walls, the commode seems friendly, and the shower plays the dirty game. 
What happens over the span of an hour and forty five minutes is digital vibrations sent across roads, balconies, cafes and clouds. 
You cannot hear him, but he is naked. You cannot talk, but he is naked. 
Your body kinda glows, you soap yourself like you care. 

You smile, you stare and you smirk.
He glistens, he likes. 

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