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dearest moenhead, i am so deeply relieved that you are here for me when I walk in the door silently waiting to comfort me after a long day. I look up at your beautiful head, yes, I have neglected you~ there is rust collecting in your pores, and tears welling up in your sparkling grey eyes I wonder how long you have been going on like this? Oh come now. Don't be cold. I'm home! We can be together, right? I turn up the heat no wasting time I turn you on, warm you up, and step into your powerful flow of pure joy... You shower me with kindness, gently massaging away my every ache, all the day's tension down the drain oh you are the best~ under your washful forgiving eyes, freed from from the distraction of self awareness, lost in the luxury of suds and pelting pleasure, i seem to melt into the cheap fiberglass casing. but you... you transform ordinary water into liquid gold and make this place feel more like a resort taking me away to places no Calgon bath could ever dream of oh showerhead, I can barely stand to be out from under your steaming streams~ your warming current of comfort washing all the days crud off of me making me feel clean, energized, vibrant and youthful again ready to face the world or my dreams. Showerhead, sediment notwithstanding, I am happiest when I am with you. I am a better person. you make me feel alive again, and though I have tried to articulate this into meaningful words, words are unable to express my gratitude, for alas, you can never know what you mean to me. Just know that you are the most wonderful and awesome shower i have ever had, there is none like you. from the bottom of my sole, thank you. All my love, Geegirl
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
my dearest moenhead
dearest moenhead, i am so deeply relieved that you are here for me when I walk in the door silently waiting to comfort me after a long day. I look up at your beautiful head, yes, I have neglected you~ there is rust collecting in your pores, and tears welling up in your sparkling grey eyes I wonder how long you have been going on like this? Oh come now. Don't be cold. I'm home! We can be together, right? I turn up the heat no wasting time I turn you on, warm you up, and step into your powerful flow of pure joy... You shower me with kindness, gently massaging away my every ache, all the day's tension down the drain oh you are the best~ under your washful forgiving eyes, freed from from the distraction of self awareness, lost in the luxury of suds and pelting pleasure, i seem to melt into the cheap fiberglass casing. but you... you transform ordinary water into liquid gold and make this place feel more like a resort taking me away to places no Calgon bath could ever dream of oh showerhead, I can barely stand to be out from under your steaming streams~ your warming current of comfort washing all the days crud off of me making me feel clean, energized, vibrant and youthful again ready to face the world or my dreams. Showerhead, sediment notwithstanding, I am happiest when I am with you. I am a better person. you make me feel alive again, and though I have tried to articulate this into meaningful words, words are unable to express my gratitude, for alas, you can never know what you mean to me. Just know that you are the most wonderful and awesome shower i have ever had, there is none like you. from the bottom of my sole, thank you. All my love, Geegirl
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
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