Anne was in the bath
splashing soapy water
over her small *******
you were by the door
looking anxiously about
what if some one comes in?
you asked
the doors locked
she said
but we’re not meant
to lock the door
when we’re in the bath
you said
meant?
you’re all full
of laws and rules
Skinny Kid
laws and rules
are meant
to be broken
that’s what
gives us
our freedom
you looked
at her damp black hair
her *******
like two wet piglets
I shouldn’t be here
you said
you dragged me
in here
she threw
two handfuls of water
over her face
spitting out
what got in
her mouth
shut the moaning Kid
it’s not every
10 years old kid
who gets to watch
a woman bath
you’re 12
you said
well a 12 year old woman
bath then
she said
taking hold
of a sponge
and washing
under her arms
where dark patches
of hair grew
I ought to go
you suggested meekly
no I might need you
to help me
out of the bath later
I can’t stand
on one ******* leg
can I
she said
now get your
skinning backside
over here
you moved slowly
from the door
to the bath
and watched her reluctantly
wash between
her thighs
you can scrub my back
she said
I can’t reach behind
without rolling over
and almost
******* drowning
she handed you
the soapy sponge
and you rubbed
her back
with one hand
trying to look away
not notice
not to take it all in
lovely
she sighed
lovely Kid
and you scrubbed harder
and then handed her
back the sponge
and stood back
looking at the steamed up window
thin rivulets of water
running down
the frosted glass
now help me
get up and out
she said
and pass me a towel
you held her hand
as she heaved herself up
and she stood there
like a one legged Venus
and you gave her
the white towel
from the chair
and helped her out
on to the floor
making wet foot marks
as someone rattled
the handle
and called through
the bathroom the door.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Anne was in the bath
splashing soapy water
over her small *******
you were by the door
looking anxiously about
what if some one comes in?
you asked
the doors locked
she said
but we’re not meant
to lock the door
when we’re in the bath
you said
meant?
you’re all full
of laws and rules
Skinny Kid
laws and rules
are meant
to be broken
that’s what
gives us
our freedom
you looked
at her damp black hair
her *******
like two wet piglets
I shouldn’t be here
you said
you dragged me
in here
she threw
two handfuls of water
over her face
spitting out
what got in
her mouth
shut the moaning Kid
it’s not every
10 years old kid
who gets to watch
a woman bath
you’re 12
you said
well a 12 year old woman
bath then
she said
taking hold
of a sponge
and washing
under her arms
where dark patches
of hair grew
I ought to go
you suggested meekly
no I might need you
to help me
out of the bath later
I can’t stand
on one ******* leg
can I
she said
now get your
skinning backside
over here
you moved slowly
from the door
to the bath
and watched her reluctantly
wash between
her thighs
you can scrub my back
she said
I can’t reach behind
without rolling over
and almost
******* drowning
she handed you
the soapy sponge
and you rubbed
her back
with one hand
trying to look away
not notice
not to take it all in
lovely
she sighed
lovely Kid
and you scrubbed harder
and then handed her
back the sponge
and stood back
looking at the steamed up window
thin rivulets of water
running down
the frosted glass
now help me
get up and out
she said
and pass me a towel
you held her hand
as she heaved herself up
and she stood there
like a one legged Venus
and you gave her
the white towel
from the chair
and helped her out
on to the floor
making wet foot marks
as someone rattled
the handle
and called through
the bathroom the door.
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