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“I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.”
-John Keats, La Belle Sans Merci
The susurration of water cascading over Alexandra’s smooth skin was hypnotic. The low hiss, an undercurrent of brittle sound tinkling in a soft rhythm, and the ah, tat, tat, tat of streaming drops on the tile floor echoed in the shower chamber. Water, warm and urgent, slipped into her most private of places and over her like gentle caresses. Such everyday things shouldn’t feel so good, she thought. But it did feel good, and she lingered in her thoughts of it.
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