As I recline upon folded towels with gentle grace, I close my eyes, delving into my innermost space.

The porcelain bathtub, an embrace so cold, Welcomes my body, where warm bubbles enfold. Like a cozy blanket on a rainy day's reprieve, Tranquility reigns in this moment I perceive.

Sensuality awakens, soaring to new heights, In solitude's realm, unburdened by external sights. With Olivia Pope's wine glass, my trusted companion, My thoughts wander, embarking on flights of passion.

Flickering candles cast a soft, enchanting glow, As half-melted wax releases jasmine's fragrant show. Jazz's instrumental melody gently fills the air, Setting the mood, a sweet lullaby beyond compare.

The bathtub, my sole remedy, my drug of choice, For an hour, undisturbed, I find my inner voice. Shutting out the world, my mind finds release, Troubles dissolve like cotton candy's sweet peace.

The warm water baptizes, purifying my soul, Trickling down my cheeks, tears of rebirth unroll. In this sacred moment, my bathtub's embrace, Selfishly, I reclaim myself, finding solace and grace.


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