Hammam
Wrapped in cotton wool of sizzling foam, lay three naked bodies. Freshly scrubbed of the multiple layers of the mundane. I resided in one of them. Couldn't tell which one as things appeared differently at the height where I was hovering and the mountains of foam made gender undecipherable. I remember that I liked it. Through every sensor, receiver, antenna of my body I felt intense pleasure, so well-deserved it brought tears to my eyes. A humongous jellyfish was ejaculating comforting wet bubbles all over me. I was entering a whole new state of pleasurability compared to which my prior experiences of physical or spiritual gratification seemed premature and perfunctory. Blurrrrr...The retreating army of the mundane, the piercing eyes of the masseuse, the setting, the situation, the script. I had to ask for pen and paper at the reception desk. They gave me apple tea and Turkish delight . As well. The epics of pleasure are now being put in writing. Paradise smells like cinnamon