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She stands in the shower. Running her wash cloth across Her body. the slow rise of ******* the arch of hips, the curve of a neck. The day she's had Swirls around the drain Between the space of her toes. All that's left is the smell of soap. Against her skin. Her washcloth is not as white as it was. She lets out a sigh. Letting the hot water crash Against her body. Ringing it out before  Soaping up the rag again. Her body becoming softer. Erasing every touch, every stare That isn't her own. Vigorously scrubbing. The remnants of soap drip Down her legs. I knock on the door before Poking my head in to check on Her. She hangs her head out with a smile. The smell of soap and water Glisten off of her light skin. Before she closes the curtain back, I ask if she needs help washing her Back
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Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
White Wash Cloth
She stands in the shower. Running her wash cloth across Her body. the slow rise of ******* the arch of hips, the curve of a neck. The day she's had Swirls around the drain Between the space of her toes. All that's left is the smell of soap. Against her skin. Her washcloth is not as white as it was. She lets out a sigh. Letting the hot water crash Against her body. Ringing it out before  Soaping up the rag again. Her body becoming softer. Erasing every touch, every stare That isn't her own. Vigorously scrubbing. The remnants of soap drip Down her legs. I knock on the door before Poking my head in to check on Her. She hangs her head out with a smile. The smell of soap and water Glisten off of her light skin. Before she closes the curtain back, I ask if she needs help washing her Back
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Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
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