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Array ( [sid] => 86499 [catid] => 1 [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 )
Hot shower on a cold day

Contributed by Dreama on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 01:44:41 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



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.




Copyright © Dreama ... [ 2005-03-05 01:44:41]
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Re: Hot shower on a cold day (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 02:05:06 AM AEST
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I bet u r right 'bout no other like it.
why do u have to go back to the cold?
good work.
huggs,
emy


Re: Hot shower on a cold day (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 02:19:16 AM AEST
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Thoroughly enjoyable shower..simply beautiful.:-) venkat


Re: Hot shower on a cold day (User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 04:28:13 AM AEST
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Reading this makes me want to also have that awsome shower!
After finishing work that is another enjoyable pleasure I can add to my list of needs!!!!
Fantastic poem!




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