Old ideas

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I've decided to post some old ideas from a few years ago. One is a story and the other a poem. I'm not entirely sure about either so feed back is appreciated. Thanks (:

Morning.
Just reaching into relaxation in the warmth of the tub the woman glanced around the tiny bathroom. Ancient green wallpaper peeled back from the walls, but there was an obvious attempt to glue the flaps back. The shampoo giving of a sweet smell, as well as the soap, that she knew all to much. She played with the cap to one of the containers, but stopped every once and a while to take a whiff of it's scent. The quiet atmosphere draining her thoughts and worries. It was a quick tap on the door broke the peacefulness. Surprised, the shampoo slipped from her fingers and landed in the tub. Just a moment later the door was extended open with a familiar voice trailing, "just grabbing you more towels. I don't want a tidal wave when I open the door to use the bathroom later."

Guilty glancing at the wet floor she sheepishly smiled, "It's not my fault your bathroom is so small. You should get a larger bathtub." Feeling subconscious she attempted to cover her body the best she could by dunking down in the soapy water.

He raised a brow, "yes, but I've had a rather large amount of visitors before that have had no problem on controlling the water level." Frowning a moment later at the female's obvious discomfort. "Well, my mother has always been a clean freak," he offered to smooth the surface. She was not won over.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to walk in on a lady?" she asked a little irritated but won over by embarrassment.

"No," he said reaching into the tub, the woman automatically recoiling, and held up the shampoo bottle, "she did."

"And how would you feel with me intruding on your private time at any giving moment?"

"Lucky," was the immediate reply. The man, having already cornered the woman in the tub, leaned in to kiss her.

The boundaries once known by the two, broken down the night before, no longer was kept in a timid fashion. Fear was disassembled in the uprising heat, both from bath and body. They only, finally, parted for a necessary breath of air. Heart and lung both working at an unusual, frantic pace. At the beat of their heart both breathed those three committed words, "I love you."
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Sincere Fear
Lights are flashing,
night is crashing,
light and night.

Shallow breathing,
your fleeting,
from this ignorant meaning.
Deep inside,
you can't hide
the feeling of
sincere fear.

what a mess.
should have guessed.

Missing sight,
crashing night,
bestowed to your height,
you blow out the light.
Tonight.