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Cascades
of warm water Drench
him, tingling alive His
senses, as he stands In
his glory, lost to the world As
thoughts of her ricochet and Vibrate
in the close confines of the Shower… The
spray is sharp--- awakening The
deep slumber of his desires As
he wonders at her magic And
the complexity of her passions A
woman she be, yet childlike In
her beliefs so strong and Pure
… The
rejuvenating darts hit him As
he stands with body slack Leaning
on the wall Face
upturned, eyes closed As
visions of her invade into every Living
pore and soak into the pit of his Loins
… The
steam rises and floats Mist
forms and settles on everything A
hazy snowy white world it is Now
as warm without as warm within As
he turns off the shower and gazes at An
image that peeks from the mirror of his Soul
… A
soft sigh escapes his lips As
he towel dries his ardent intent, Wonderment
fills him as he lifts his hand To
unknowingly trace a circle small In
the misty, hazy world of the looking glass And
pierce a small straight line through its Heart
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