My salvation?
I lathargically step into the shower, unaware of the genisis that awaits...my cleansing begins.
I slowly remove my clothes, my shirt first...taking a quick glance at my chest, saying to myself "you still got it stud", my bottoms / briefs and socks soon follow. emotionally void, stone faced and unenthused, i reach for the cold silver nossle that will release the medicinal magic potion.
The water begins falling freely from above, my body shutters from the sudden inpact. I stand, alone, solitude...resting my head on the wall as i let the warm water splash on the back of my neck. Looking down at my feet while the water cascades down my body, the water forming a cape around my naked body. thinking, wondering, wishing that this "shield" could protect me from all I fear.
Water continues to run down the contours of who and what i am, now carressing every inch of my being. I shiver, soon follows a gentle squeeze that releases a small part of me that i dont want anyone to see. I place my head under the waterflow, disguising my tears even though theres nobody there to see.
My sorrows flow down my rain like robe and dance their way to the drain, the heavy weight of sadness off my shoulders. My body begins to prune, feeling that ive been here for a lifetime, growing old…watching the water pass by in slow motion. a drastic contrast from this whomb in which i have experienced a rebirth, have i found my salvation. Regardles, whatever it may be, its soon to be left behind, for i must return to the outside world.
I venture away from the cubicle. Again, alone…cold. Back to my reality, wrapping the arms of the towel around me, a gentle embrace…telling myself that everything will be alright. Taking me back to the days of resting my head on my mothers lap, with not a worry in the world…time frozen, wanting to be 8 forever.
The cleansing finished and I wipe myself dry, the cycle complete. Soon to walk out that door. I glance over at the fogged up mirror, thinking about how much it resembles my thoughts. Walking over to the open canvas, placing my finger on this clean slate before me and I begin to write.
What I wrote one will never know, only I… The words will soon disappear, evaporating into the air I breathe. I wonder what the traced outilnes of my finger will taste like.
Time will tell.
I slowly remove my clothes, my shirt first...taking a quick glance at my chest, saying to myself "you still got it stud", my bottoms / briefs and socks soon follow. emotionally void, stone faced and unenthused, i reach for the cold silver nossle that will release the medicinal magic potion.
The water begins falling freely from above, my body shutters from the sudden inpact. I stand, alone, solitude...resting my head on the wall as i let the warm water splash on the back of my neck. Looking down at my feet while the water cascades down my body, the water forming a cape around my naked body. thinking, wondering, wishing that this "shield" could protect me from all I fear.
Water continues to run down the contours of who and what i am, now carressing every inch of my being. I shiver, soon follows a gentle squeeze that releases a small part of me that i dont want anyone to see. I place my head under the waterflow, disguising my tears even though theres nobody there to see.
My sorrows flow down my rain like robe and dance their way to the drain, the heavy weight of sadness off my shoulders. My body begins to prune, feeling that ive been here for a lifetime, growing old…watching the water pass by in slow motion. a drastic contrast from this whomb in which i have experienced a rebirth, have i found my salvation. Regardles, whatever it may be, its soon to be left behind, for i must return to the outside world.
I venture away from the cubicle. Again, alone…cold. Back to my reality, wrapping the arms of the towel around me, a gentle embrace…telling myself that everything will be alright. Taking me back to the days of resting my head on my mothers lap, with not a worry in the world…time frozen, wanting to be 8 forever.
The cleansing finished and I wipe myself dry, the cycle complete. Soon to walk out that door. I glance over at the fogged up mirror, thinking about how much it resembles my thoughts. Walking over to the open canvas, placing my finger on this clean slate before me and I begin to write.
What I wrote one will never know, only I… The words will soon disappear, evaporating into the air I breathe. I wonder what the traced outilnes of my finger will taste like.
Time will tell.
posted by Big mouth | 4:13 PM
3 Comments:
Been there!
well honestly, at first I wasn't sure if that made me horny or made my heart melt. All I know is that if I could nab a man that is exactly like you. I would be the luckiest chick alive. Trust me ladies, men that could dwelve that deep into emotional feelings are great in bed!
Oh Big mouth you make my womb ach, I want you so bad. I bet after a lengthy graw on your chub you are ready to pop with a roundhouse kick to the face.
Look me up ;) I'll keep you on the "edge" of your seat.
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