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Today she has too much bottled up love.
(for someone in particular)
(don't say it's desire)

You could call it a challenging situation.

She starts out by quickly handing it out, throwing whiskey parties and distributing chocolate dessert. The free coffee is just a casual extra.

But it only gets more. So it goes.

'Use it on us', the other inhabitants advise.
'Save it for later', her heart says.
'There is no way out', the mind complains.

Then it happens the stomachs are full. The rank and file lies drunk under the table. The love starts to flood the house. It becomes a constant mopping the floor.
No comfortable living anymore.
In the end it might have been her wet feet. Or the tiredness in her arms. The difficult wading around. Suddenly she knows: ‘It is time’.

So she undresses, moves down into the streaming water. Lets her body soak it up. And it goes.

Always first it hand it to yourself.
(and now you are allowed to call him)