The Grind

Get up. Wipe the eyes. Stretch. Throw the covers back. To the bathroom for the morning piss. It starts. The routine for the green. Cut the shower on. Take off the clothes. Step in and draw the curtains. The real wake up starts now. Thoughts of work run through the brain. The naked body that is left in the bed starts to make a move. Laughs are muffled in the water hitting the face. Time to get to the money. Time to put in the time on the clock. Time to get the wheels in motion. The curtains draw back and another body enters the shower. Hands caress the chest. Smiles all around. Bodies are washed. Kisses are traded. Intimacy is felt. The water is shut off. Towels are grabbed. The bodies are dried. Lotion is applied in the most sensual way. Clothes are grabbed. The once naked bodies become ready for the roles of the day. The two recite the motto of their week: a grind is not stopped til the wheels stop moving. The stroll to the door is a short one. Two people walk into the sunlight. Door is shut. Locks are secured. The grinding begins...