Just had another bathhouse experience...
I went on this trip not expecting a sexcapade and it fell into my lap. Last night, I sang a song of my life. I told two individuals my struggles and strife. They listened. They grew anxious. They took a breath and bared their souls. I showed them the best part of my life. They soaked it in and never asked why I had a wife. We skipped through puddles deep. Dodging rain drops and the occasional sleet. My clothes were soaked to the bone. The taxi pulled up and stopped. I was not alone.
The taxi swerved and weaved with the traffic. I touched myself, scratching the everlasting itch. I drank the air and took in the switch. The cab stopped. I stepped out into the rain soaked air and twitched. I crawled sensually to the baths. Down the stairs into the steam soaked air. My heart raced my body to the finish line.
My foot entered the hot water and I grew alert. I touched their itch to scratch mine. I drowned myself in the steam soaked air. I didn't think it would ever be there. I felt and touched till everything that belonged to me. The moment. The skin. The water. The air. The instant.
I laid on the marble slab and drank more of the air. I took a sip of beer and a sip of moment.
And now I am awake from a dream that I lived. Refreshed. Energized. Anew.