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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hot shower on a cold day
[time] => 2005-03-05 01:44:41
[hometext] => Just had a shower! The obvious that everyone knows but i bet there's no other poem like it ;)
[bodytext] => Enter the bathroom and remove my clothes, check the mirror, suck in and tense for show. The house is empty now and no one knows I'm tuning my body to be like a bow. The air is chilled and my feet feel icy, goosebumps appear over my silk-like skin. Anticipation of the shower will do quite nicely, to begin to warm this boy from within. Taps are turned. The curtain starts cold. I press myself back from the sheet. As the plughole sings the story it's told the small storm slowly begins to heat. I throw myself in, what bliss does begin the water seems to burn as it soothes. As it flows over the bumps sink back in. It feel so good I could easily snooze. Soaping up, with my hair tied back, washing away the day's smells. Each shower seems like a short track that one's memory expels. As the steam swirls and the warmth satisfies a grim thought I begin to dread! Soon I'll have to sever these warm ties and go back to the cold instead. Standing there so snugly lost in the pleasure of sensation my guilty mind floats to the cost of the water I've taken from the nation. So cosy in my little cubicle, I wish only to stay. With a sad, slow little whistle I finish my shower on a cold day. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Dreama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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