Before I get to go to shower,
I am telling it to every man I know and their answer is different.
He said "I want to see you naked. Take off your clothes for me."
He said "What are your thoughts when you're in the bathroom?"
He said "What are you doing before you get wet? Do you finger? Is that what took you so long? I'll help you do it. Ugh."
He said "Can I go?"
He said "Are you letting go your fears as the water soaked into your skin? Do you think of me? Do you dream?"
Their different answers makes me realize which one of them have real intention to me and a real man.
Boy, I take shower not for pleasure. For your information, what took me there for so long is I think anything. In front of the invisible mirror, I'm asking myself if I still exist because I feel numb from what life throws at me and the water running into my skin makes me feel alive. I think about changing myself. I'm singing my favorite song. I memorize the line from the book I've read. I'm talking to God. I'm overcoming my anxiety. I imagine my dreams. That's what I do when taking shower not the middle finger fucking myself you thought. Erase that in your mind.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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