A sudden spray of water
Percolate thro' my hair,
Tickles my skin
To arouse some
Of my dormant inhibitions,
Of a cooling touch
The water runs down
My body-
To kill the torrid feeling
That stayed to give some uneasy moments.
Now clensed-
I walk out into the fragrant air
Who hugs in affection
With a parting kiss,
Still moist
Till the next......
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