Shower

There was only a note on the living room door, and in lipgloss she wrote 'I can't take it no more.' I had seen it all written on the dimly-lit wall, if I hadn't been smitten in the 'Y''s shower stall by Roberta's black beauty and the curly, coarse hair, though at first she was snooty wondered how I could dare. I'd forgotten my glasses in the changing room locker, and when players and lasses, after hours of soccer rushed to gain a quick place I had seen only blurs, where in neat lower case it spelled 'his' and then 'hers'. Being legally blind I had grabbed the first door, not expecting to find naked beauty and more. Since the door's automatic it swung shut in a blink, with my spirit ecstatic I just flashed her a wink. 'I'm so sorry', I mumbled 'and my eyesight is poor, or I wouldn't have bumbled into THIS place, for sure.' 'If your eyes cannot see, you must use your two hands, it's the same thing with me.' And as manner demands I most quickly now stripped grabbed the soap and began while my beating heart skipped, rubbing foam on her tan. I will spare you details but the bell rang to wake, and a dream seldom fails, is it real or fake? So, not guilty, I think though there still is that note. It began with a wink and 'Godd-bye''s what she wrote.