Wet Hairs
The liquid warmth,
Soothes the skin Causing the mind,
To slip its moorings,
Cast adrift to wander.
The words on the page blur and merge,
Painting the scene in the minds eye,
That only she, can see.
The souls own Podcast,
Beautiful, and perfect.
The liquid warmth, however,
Cools soon enough,
And a tingling itches its way,
Up and across the skin.
And the scene painted on the page ,
Shifts again, small, leggy, and a real eyeful.
The mind grinds ashore abruptly,
On the shore of horror,
As the body erupts from the water,
As lava erupts from a volcano.
And she vows,
thats the last time she ever,
Falls asleep, reading,
in the bath again.
Adam Stuart Pick 2007
The liquid warmth,
Soothes the skin Causing the mind,
To slip its moorings,
Cast adrift to wander.
The words on the page blur and merge,
Painting the scene in the minds eye,
That only she, can see.
The souls own Podcast,
Beautiful, and perfect.
The liquid warmth, however,
Cools soon enough,
And a tingling itches its way,
Up and across the skin.
And the scene painted on the page ,
Shifts again, small, leggy, and a real eyeful.
The mind grinds ashore abruptly,
On the shore of horror,
As the body erupts from the water,
As lava erupts from a volcano.
And she vows,
thats the last time she ever,
Falls asleep, reading,
in the bath again.
Adam Stuart Pick 2007
Once a feirce Warrior ,now he was tamed, his muscles slack, his eyes blank, and his head was forever bowed.
