THE STEAM ROOM

As the rain pit paters on the window, singing its song from outside in sync with the melody within the room beyond. The wind begins to scream its cold air and with it her sweet serenade engulfs the room. She wraps me in her pillars of warmth but only now they do not stand her tall, instead comforts me in a storm of liquid pleasure. Now the sun begins t rise and the mist outside starts to take form, elevating and heating up the earth beyond the room, just like our sexual encounter.

“It steamed up the room”

BY   

 MASH BANDA

Thank you very much you're much too kind!!