I broke my toilet
And my narrative
Humor was profound like the war

He was a curious lad,
       with a broad chest and strong shoulders.
        His eyes were a deep brown,
        his jaw line sharp and defined.
        He loved action,
        he also loved adventure.
        But most of all he loved to run
        his hand along my legs,
        making me flush in all his
        favorite places.

I must reflesh my memory
It's getting gammy in here
Flush it
Charcoal silt, pured water and oxygen
Prey attention to memory
Tend to it
Till it
Till it's clear and consistent in it's dishonesty :
A single picture
One linear note
And no deviation.

Cheeks flush,
red lips purse.
Eyebrows, thick and singular,
draw upwards in shock,
scandalized by my very existence.

Born in love,
and yet out
of all else.

She was wet, elated by the
feeling pouring over her..

But then, It went cold..
momentarily losing it...

Then as before a warmth
flooded over her..

She smiled as lathered up
were her moments.

Then relaxation...
        
The shower was over..
         Shouting down stairs!!

*"Don't flush while I'm in here..