shower scene

I know you are here, near, though you have not called. You have a key, and can come and go as you please.

The shower is finally warm, I am warm, wet, and I hear the door click downstairs, footsteps on the stairs, quiet, the curtains parted and your cold rough face on my shoulders, your kisses, your searching hands, mine, the thrill of gratification.

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