Shower head

There is something about “the shower” that is so magical

I was having “one of those days” a couple of days ago .. you know the ones that you just want to be submerged in water and just fall asleep.  Wait, that just really sounds dark and emo.  Let me clarify, I don’t want to kill myself, I just felt like I needed cleansing of the emotional kind.

It was eleven o clock at night, I was exhausted in every capacity so I decided to shower with the lights off.  The water was steaming hot; so much so that my glass shower turned into a foggy haven.  I closed my eyes and let the water run over me.  And so what started as an honest shower soon became the most erotically therapeutic session in a long time ….

I went there ….

The lights were off and the glass shower lit with the golden glow of a handful of candles

“Wicked Games” floated in the air

You sat there on that little purposeful ledge in my shower

The water was hot

The steam enclosed us

I tilted my head back and let the water cleanse me

Little tiny droplets travelled from my forehead down to my lips, slowly down my neck, over my collar bone, gently over my nipples, down to my navel, to my pubic bone, down my inner thighs, over my shins, down through my toes and into the drain

Each drop freed me emotionally, physically, spiritually and sexually

You just sat there and watched …

I turned to look at you and you grinned

I sat on top of you and wrapped my legs around your body

I whispered in your ear … “what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you”

You gently tugged my hair, to tilt my head and passionately kissed my neck

This sent me into an erotic rage

I swept my fingers down the side of your cheek, held your face in my hands and traced your wet lips with right thumb

I kissed you … barely … and gently bit your bottom lip

I felt you rise between me … 

I was going somewhere and you were coming for the ride

I kissed your neck as I slowly unsaddled you

I ran my finger down your chest, stopped at your belly button and I kneeled before you

I spread your legs gently and you tilted your head back with a groan

You knew the tide was coming

I kissed your inner thighs

as I caressed your sweet spot

that secret spot between the two

I wrapped my lips around you 

more intensely with each groan until you exploded to oblivion

Your heart was racing

I was wanting

You turned me around

so that my back faced you

and sat me on your lap

Your hands came around me from behind

And you spread me

You strummed me while you whispered dirties in my ear

and you sent me there ….

and just as I was about to….

cold beads of water started to drip over me

I opened my eyes 

There was no you

only a dark room

no steam

a cold glass box

I was out of hot water …. fuck!

 

Sigh … showers are so magical

Purple Heart

Everyday she sits at her usual spot at the same hour

She sips her green tea, paper in tow, and often lets her mind escape her

Today she sat there wondering what it is about her that is so misunderstood

She is soft spoken and kind with not a hurtful bone in her frame

She is shy and sometimes speechless unless it concerns affairs of the heart

He, a tarnished soul, reluctant and seemingly disinterested

Avoids her and discards her very emotions as if she never walked this Earth

She is all the days that he chooses to ignore her

And each passing day is a blow to her esteem fueling an insecurity that has forever laid dormant

Only now he awakes the beast

Leaving her silent in question

If only he was here

He’d walk by her and see her at her usual spot, at her usual time, with paper in tow

But he would notice something that he didn’t know before

She wears a purple heart pinned to her sleeve

Not the courage kind you get dying for your country but the kind that signals that she is at war

At war with her heart and fighting for her honour

But she is courageous

She fights and continues to fight the good fight

Because she is pure

And she believes that one day he will see

That plastic in fact sinks and purities always rise to the top

And that alone is worth the fight