She squeezed, merciless, focused and impatient. I wheezed, spluttered, spattered a bit of myself onto her palm. Repeat a few times over and the effort lay glistening on her palm. Yes, she was finally done and was now lathering it all over herself. Sigh, the life of a tube of cream is anything but creamy.
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@ Leo Rex:
ha ha… funny. and so true!
@Neetika:
, inspired by my Nivea this morn which grunted really miserably 
Love the way you have made yourself the jar of cream in this poem. Always wondered what that would feel like!!
Amazing!!