Me? A poet?

I'm fighting hard to become one. Not of the rhyming sort, and maybe a cut above prose poetry. But still, I want Rett's time with Niko to be elegant and flowing and working from one lovely series of thoughts to another in the most sensuous of ways.

There's going to be so much to this, I'm using visuals to help. 

Going from dressed to undressing to nearly naked to ready for a shower...post coital. 

But nothing brutal or vile about it. 

I want the progression to end here...so that when Rett is betrayed, it hits twice as hard...