By galadrial Date: 2005 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.11.10.52.25407]] |
I was taking a night bath, not with crystals or potions notions with scent or fizz--- no I was having a basic bath with Ivory soap (it floats!) and almost believed the whole thing would bore you, creature of the senses. Ivory soap, and Noxzema, Johnson's baby powder and suddenly I was the unexotic 18 you never knew, wondering what perfume would make me some sultry seductress so much older than her years. Later, when i was dried brushing the hair smooth, I could think of nothing that would fit this evening better than a chance to snuggle to you, my head, your shoulder and just listen to you talk. Yes, it snowed. And it seemed to fit the Ivory soap simple of wishing you were near, my dear. Tonight I would not hope for fire, or arch in anticipation--- tonight I would just wait for the feel of time with you. Ivory soap simple. |