Senses Peek - Mirrors Censored

I can hear the ether in the background.

Feel it trickle past the temple,

It's harder to breathe in its thickness.

Aches osmose with warm scented liquid.

Palpitations vibrate my body hair.

A floating fountain spurts golden fluid,

Disjoined, it's weight is no longer felt.

Knees grow dry and are the first to cool.

The paint flakes off and chips.

Ejaculation is dissuaded by my morning sweets,

Stationary I wait.

Only when the scales have tipped,

I can move again.

Quickly lather, rinse, hose down.

It's cold.