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Click hereSteam rising up as if the drops where flames
Burning up the soul
A neurotic beat played out with the element
Hand gliding over privet places like a musician
Playing a forbidden tune
Moving with an earthly beauty
Everything goes; nothing remains but this pagan need
Its like breathing underwater
Its being the spark
Its flows liquid
Fingers finding new places in old places
Sustains the dance in new form and meaning
Heightened by the warmth and the wetness
Music almost tangible whirling around and down
The soft smell of soap and shampoo add to the atmosphere
Breast rise and falling with every move
Moans that stay on parted lips
The feeling of cold tile mixed with hot water almost too much to bare
And then with shaking knees the music stops, the water stops
Hypersensitive skin caressed by a soft towel
Warm air already drying the exposed spots
Then jumping onto satin sheets unclothed, blithe, and asleep.