the ad hoc MacGyver wick  was   overwhelmed                       

                                                            the wick     overwhelmed

      with pliers he stuck a wood match into a candle they used prior to scent the kitchen the bathroom  a waste he thought 

         Lets burn it itll perfume the room

she had purchased a hot plate to melt Yankee candles 

                                                          If we warm them, their scents will emanate, smell every bit as good as if we burned them, but they’ll last longer than if we don’t. 

he didnt want to be patronising Do we agree its a candle

No.

well that was it wasnt it   she had also bought the candles

so no quivering candlelight for him candle Nazi

 

he wanted to take a salted bath  rather his body wanted to take a bath it was achy  he supposed since he abused it for years and years it had a perfect right to turn tables on him abuse him

on occasion they had to come to terms  agreement   call a truce 

                                                                    a truce between mind and matter

the matchstick wick he fashioned was overwhelmed

he had hoped for better 

wood wasnt necessarily absorptive

though it was what he had

hed wanted to make his body happy

but it was impatient

if the candle worked and it did briefly when he got his body into the hot water he figured when it failed his body would sighmutter Whadaduck but immersed relaxing it wouldnt bitch him about missing candlelight which they werent truly enjoying because their eyes were shut

                                         Toss me a fuckin bone  

his body was kind

he could learn a thing or two from it

 

still laying in the tub he knew something a bit or two about overwhelming wicks

his body overheard his thoughts 

                                   You do? You wanna talk about it?

Yadon remember

Come on, that’s why you’re paid the big bucks.

he wasnt going to cross it

he was in a deep tub

his body could pull up his legs 

                                let him slip under gotta play the cards he was dealt he was no fool  and he was partial  he enjoyed life and living 

he said

his body listened

it was a good listener

he amused it recalled wicked moments

it conceded that his detailed memory reminded reembodiedrecalled those happy times 

call it muscle memory 

Yah muscle memory   his brain was infusedaffixed but his brain didnt fire off the ejaculations

his body was locked and loaded it fired 

                                         thrilled them both they dragged many an exhausted lover back into bed to accept his labourhis ministrations  his  Wha    enthusiasm their sensitivitytheir howledStop! and chokedhusky laughsangasps for orgasms they didnt think they had in them 

                                                                   their orgasms could try to hide from him

but it his habit to ferret them out

between 2307 and 2344,  Twosday,  16  2. 21

0048,  Thursday,  18  2. 21