Pokemon Plush Epoleon Forgot shower

I took a shower with warm water at ten o'clock. I washed my hair to clean my roots of their ideas, beautiful, perverse, almost ethereal. Rubbed my body with a siren turned into sponge, and clearing his mouth of my shoulders, his dreams of my hands, her voice my hopes, and encouragement of my eyelashes. The water ran, carrying all the memories, the kisses, the world. Wrung the last drops of oblivion at eleven o'clock.