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By jackryhme Date: 2001 Oct 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.03.21.27.23332]] |
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ah... been so long that i have waited...planned all details finally set scrub the tub to avoid a later mess knives sharp, aching for test tis with silent care i left your side though sleep dost hold thee tight to make final preparation ... cords to bind as prepare the room for eventful design quietly...quietly...quietly step careful around the bed lest wake you early truly i dread perfection finally and you heh with softest snore now on to the chamber... ah not yet still just a bathroom till preparations met fill the tub to the right amount saves waste later... on any account knives their sharpest laid careful by now a few things to bring in from the cold at last finished, so very long to plan as once more into our bedroom i enter now to awaken my love by softest degree light each and every candle till all are free bound as i have them to a mosaic art one of hearts and angels with crystals and more muted rainbows of light gather galore slightest kiss upon thy sleeping lips and eyes open wide in true wonderment as i gently lift you into this night carried from our boudoir of love to what the next chamber has in store careful outside its door i strip from you all earthy clothing nothing ignored and once more gently lift you high to bring you to what awaits nigh more candles and crystals light so abounds yet muted as well by its natural surrounds to this our tub now full to steaming heights of rose petals and rose oil water all temperature right lower i you slow into warmest delights to bathe you as one would most tender love feed you paper thin slices of fruits and cheese all cut cold and fresh so very meticulous with so much care then to lift and dry you as one would a child to be carried once more in terry cloth style from this chamber of peace back to our boudoir for snuggled rest and too soon from within my arms sleep dost claim thee once again i so carefully make my move to clean from this nights treat letting you rest letting you sleep wondering to my self how next year to beat |