wash away my sins
August 2 
When in doubt, take a bath...
Mae West
It is often when I am most tired,
having burned my candle at both ends,
frayed the edges of my delicate fabric
and pulled at my very last thread,
that I head for the bath and the soothing waters of salvation.
For I seek comfort, dear reader, and I seek pleasure,
and God knows I need a little divine intervention.
I confess. It is more than that.
I require Divine Absolution.
Consumed with my own dirtiness and the collective weight of my lurking wickedness,
I find it a pleasurable penance to wash my sins away.
Oh, hand me the soap, pass me my bubbles.
Lo, bring me lather in sweet abundance!
Ah, there is nothing like the delicious delirium that a bath brings.
Within seconds of the voluminuous spume of bubbles rising to the lip of my bath
and a mere moment of tentative toe testing,
I am all a-slither with my slinkiness, slunk into the sweet waters of redemption.
Ahhhh...
I close my eyes, an apocalypse of sins seeping from my pores
as steaming waters lap at each part of me.
Mmmm... the bubbles rise and sputter, a halo of heavenly froth about my hair
as I recline in the water to rest my wicked head.
"sssss," they whisper at my ear as I close my eyes,
absently running my hands over my skin,
luxuriating in the slippery waters of salvation.
"ssssssalvationnnnn", sweet...
"ssssssins", you naughty, naughty girl....
"sssssssave yourself"....
"ssssssss", "ssssssss," "ssssssssss"....
My sins coil about me serpentine; water honeyed, sweet and warmly wicked
between my legs, my thighs,
to slip like a hand behind my back and over my tummy.
Sins swish and swirl, annoint my breasts,
their taunting twirling, a finger lingering
over nipples as foam licking at my throat and rising to my lips, a kiss.
Deliciously dark, the fingers linger slippery, soft and deep,
my breath quickening to the water licking wicked at my sinfulness,
a tongue tantalizing, teasing of the sweet insouciance of my sins,
slyly swept and swirled by serpents curled in water snaking,
twirling, coiling,
writhing, wresting sweet salvation from my lips.
Ahhhh...
Redemption sweet and softly uttered silk, upon my lips.
Bubbles subsiding, sins and secrets twirl aswirling, still in the eddying waters of the bath, they sit...
But I am clean, oh and how unsoiled I am as I run my hands over my body,
slippery smooth, shiny, sweet and free from evil.
Tingling with the flush, the blush and the rush of redemption
I pull the plug and watch my sins slip, slide
and slowly
disappear
down
the
drain.
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Reader Comments (34)
I just must rinse myself off after reading that ;)
Another wonderful post from Minx.
Mmm...lovely post, my dear Minx! All I want to do now is strip down and baptize myself in some warm soapy water...a goblet of wine and scented candles on the side...heavenly!
xoxoxoxo
Rapunzel
Now I need a bath, or possibly a cold shower.
you certainly SOLD me. I usually shower (and quickly ever day) but, I think tonight? I am taking a bath!
Rinse your way to redemption Christina!
Hot and soapy works best, darling.
xox
Ah, it sounds as if you are familiar with my ritual, dearest Rapunzel...
It is heavenly indeed, and cleansing on every level.
Just watch those abominations slip down the sink...
xox
Cold showers are bracing, Whit, but don't have the purging properties of a deep, hot soaking...
xox
There is nothing quite as deeply indulgent as a long, hot soak, Meleah...
Light some candles, build some bubble, pour yourself a drink and steep yourself....
Utterly delicious.
xox
oh my goodness,, this sounds like such a treat.. and someday,, yes my dear girl if alas our paths should meet,, i want to take a bubble bath,, in your house as you see,, your bubble tub gives you way more pleasure than mine ever gives to me!!!!!
i love it!!!!!!
It's darn hot in here, now I have to leave my computer for a while and take a soothing bath. This is a wonderful post and well-written poem. ^^
What a waste to allow all that delicious, Minx-flavoured liquid to drain away! Many would surely like to bathe in it after you!
I shall draw a bath for you now, dearest Paisley, in anticipation of your imminent arrival (a little magical thinking, of course)..
Fragrant oils, blissful bubbles, the gentle glow of candlelight and some soothing music should create the delicious ambience for a sensual soak...all washed down with a chilled glass of champagne...
Ahhh, I love my therapist...
Hurry now, before it gets cold!!
xox
Oh darling Lordmanillastone x
I am envious of the heat of which you speak.
It is cold here now in my part of the world..and yes, it makes me long for a deep hot bath...
xox
What a wonderful idea, dearest jungle friend!!
Perhaps I should bottle it, in the manner of snake oil, and peddle it on the corner...
I'm sure there would be robust sales of my Eau de Minx, Essence of Minx, Minx Juice...
Or I could offer a re-heated wallowing in my sinful detritus, Cleopatra style...Milk of Minx.. Minx au Lait ..
Thank you for the marketing strategies, darling, thank you!
xox
Nothing like shedding a few sins. Makes room for the new ones
bath is a great place for reflection...I will have to remember that next time I am scrubing away my ingrown hair...
I agree, Thinista.
One of the primary and perfect parts of The Bath is the sloughing of the
sinskin, so that new and healthy regeneration can begin.I love a fresh foundation.
It is so - liberating!
Almost as good as cleaning out the closet!!
...
xox
Ah, the ingrown hairs...
Let them soak awhile, darling Sylvie, while the sloughing of other sins begin...
xox
Would you like someone to do your back, Slinky Minx?
Oh yes please, Eddie!
Shall I run the bath now?
I'm pouring the champagne...
xox