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the shower

pounding on her head

the water flowing over her body

warm … scarlet red…

dye … dye ..  she said

aromatic aromas

steaming round her

soothing balms

she rubbed into her breast…

down over her belly

finding her cunt…

she whispered…

more more

oil…

sensual aromatic

more rubbing

tingling…

her passions rising

burning within

scorching liquid heat

biting her shoulders…

she moved two & frow

in rhythmic trance…

dancing in & out of the water

lost in the moment…

arrived…

she was wet…

revived

& alive…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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