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but the double spacing, lack of stanzas and endless ellipses are distracting.

A delicate task,

requiring a delicate, deft touch,

one that is entrusted

to a small, select few.

A hot bath is drawn.

Candles and incense are burned.

Entering the bath,

so hot and relaxing,

she allows time to soak,

find some release

from stress and worry.

This is her time.

Soon she stirs,

and she begins

slowly and carefully.

She slides the tool

to the tops of her thighs,

making her skin smooth,

free of unwanted things.

A smooth stoke is needed

and a steady hand.

She wants to please herself

and her lover.

She ponders for a while.

Why not,

and so with care,

she slowly removes

a little bit

until she is oh so smooth.

With just a soft triangle

of soft down

that points down

as if to let her lover know

this is where to go.

A giggle escapes,

then rinsing and touching,

she finds sensation,

intoxicating

liberation.

She losses track

and retreats

into her private space.

Her fingers dancing across

newly exposed skin.

Decadent,

she feels herself deeply within.

Building to release

until at last

she moans and screams

with joy and pleasure,

forgetting

he is there.

She hears a knock

and a voice of concern.

Blushing crimson,

she responds,

a lame excuse,

inviting perhaps.

Later a tease,

but for now,

she’ll keep her secret,

a surprise for her lover.

She touches again

the small patch,

tool in hand

and considers.