Written by: A Porcelain Goddess

Take heart the feeling

Gut turning; gurgle and sweat

A feeling

Sensation stabbing the goose bumps rising

one

by

one…

Yearning for the touch of flesh upon seated bliss

A relief as the love is embraced,

…

and then with a wipe there comes the flush

To serve as a commode and find satisfaction of giving relief

A toilet bowl in a shitty world bring smiles to so many a face.