A Hot Summer’s Night

It’s hot… Scorching hot.  I’m taking refuge under an icy cold summer’s night shower.  The escatacy of the chilled droplets of h20 running down my spine beats any dark rich chocolate my tongue has ever met.  My toes curl at the touch of this life giving liquid.  

I tip my head back; I’m exposed and vulnerable as the cool stream of water covers my whole body. I brace myself, left hand pressed against the shower wall, and I’m still. My whole world exists only in this moment.  I can’t move; I can’t think — it’s utopia in a 2 x 5ft capsule.  

My body sways to the rhythm of my calm.  Miniature ice drops massage the tension from my aching shoulders.  I want to live here forever; lost in pleasure; wrapped in an unpenatrating water shield — safe in my lustral tomb.   I know I can’t stay, life calls me back; I hear it’s voice.  One last kiss before I wake; let me feel feel feel–the heat’s escape.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. SeekingGod2 says:

    Showers are the place I feel safest and most at peace. Enjoy your Friday. I know I won’t see anything from you over the weekend. 🙂

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    1. Smartygirl41 says:

      I’m on holidays after work today, but I will be writing as much as possible– it’s a long weekend up here :). Enjoy your weekend


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