The Sauna Meeting

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
0 Altın Yaprak
For those of you who do not know it may come as a sudden blow, each Kraut municipality is fond of hydrotherapy. Your feet may take you down the path into a well-attended bath. There's steam and dry, a red hot tub and girls who practice rub-a-dub. If saunabathing is your thing a towel is what you must bring. No speedos ready to conceal that stuff they call Das Glockenspiel. Birch branches just to beat the skin bring out the sweat, not keep it in. And, now and then, a ladle will throw water, which may make you ill. So, let me tell you of the time when I, still young and in my prime, was there, reclining and excreting my toxins when a sudden meeting took place between my eyes and hers, while resting on the bench of firs. She was a novice, I could tell, and had a very lovely shell. I watched, with scientific awe the region home to the old bra, as perspiration ran and trickled it very likely must have tickled. It went, due to a true excess down to the belly, oh God bless! Then disappeared into some brush her face, meanwhile, began to flush. I think it was a combination between a sense of sheer elation and modesty she did possess but all of this was just a guess. While I was wondering about the fellow who had mentioned gout, and tried to concentrate on sweat a voice rang out, 'I'm glad we met, I see that you are very skilled as well you must be iron-willed. I was so shocked to see you dive into the cold, come out alive, I could not bring myself to dunk unless perhaps if roaring drunk. I ask you, Sir, would a massage to complement this great lavage be helpful to a girl like me? ' 'Of course, massaging sets you free and gets the body in great shape, if you permit, this is the nape where knowing fingers start the act from here, and this is a known fact it must be left to the masseur which route to take and which detour.' She trusted me (it is my face) , I showed her how, and just in case more time was needed to persuade her body, I said 'I'm afraid that it's impossible to know what's going on, inside, below the surface of your lovely skin it really is a bit akin to working in the dark while hoping that all the kneading, stretching, groping may heal the body and the mind, here, let me work on your behind.' She had, it must be said just once the most delicious smooth-skin buns, I wished for two more seeing eyes which I would use to supervise the structures wearing each a button it made me see myself as glutton, but hell, you don't live twice my boy, and I have never acted coy. We spent some time inside, exceeded the time allotted while I kneaded those parts that lacked in circulation I showed her plain consideration. Due to the heat inside the room some devils were preparing doom for two who would be DE-hydrated which makes the brain itself sedated. Heat stroke can meet you very quick and it would get you really sick. Well, we leaned back and simply rested, I mentioned that she was big-breasted, and soon my head did slide with ease from sternum down to pointed knees. This was because she still perspired though loss of fluid made her tired. I knew we had to leave this heat so up we went before defeat would bring disaster in no time, the rest is elsewhere, not in rhyme.

Bu şiire çeviri ekle ·

Bu şiiri puanla

Henüz puan verilmemiş

Yıldıza dokunarak 1–10 arası puan ver

Yorumlar

Yorum yapmak için giriş yapmalısın.

Giriş yap

Bu şiire henüz yorum yapılmamış. İlk sen ol.

Sana daha iyi bir okuma deneyimi sunabilmek için sitemizde çerez kullanıyoruz. Kişisel verilerin KVKK ve GDPR kapsamında işlenir; hangi çerezlere izin verdiğini dilediğin zaman değiştirebilirsin.