Tongues of steam twist and crawl down my body,
Lapping at the gathering wetness between my pillowy thighs.
Hot watery fingers stroke and caress all of the parts I forgot to love yesterday,
And wash away the grief laying incarnate upon my tender flesh.
There is something so passionate about the the intersection between pleasure and pain (as expressed in the last line)
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Yes, I agree. Thank you 😊.
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Lovely. Truly lovely.
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