I could stand in the shower for hours.
The endless flow of water burning my skin
and washing away all the residue of the past day.
But I would still feel your lips against my neck.
And your fingertips dancing their way up my spine.
No matter how long I stand there,
the scalding water would be no match
for the warmth your arms gave as they wrapped around my waist
in the middle of the night.
How I long for that warmth.
To feel you beside me,
Your voice in my ear.
But for now,
I simply turn the shower hotter.
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