I haven’t showered since I have been back here. <br />Now, you know that I need a hot shower in the morning more than I need even the strongest brew of coffee. <br />However, the last time I took a shower, I had just rolled out of your bed after kissing your cheek. <br />I remember how my fingers felt the water transition from lukewarm to steaming, my cold feet allowing it to rain down feeling back into them. <br />The last time I took a shower, it was with the water pouring from your shower head. I even mixed a little of your herbal soap in with my own. <br />The last time I took a shower, I wrapped myself up in one of your towels afterwards, and let the smell of your favorite incense tickle my nose. <br />I let that towel drop to the ground as my naked body found its way back into your bed, damp hair fanning across the pillow. <br />Do you remember when you remarked on how soft my skin was to the touch and the lips? <br />I laid my head on your chest and let the lullaby of your heartbeat calm my own. <br />Shortly after I found the comfortable nook in your body, you found the nook in mine. The last time I took a shower, we made love in your bed after. <br />My arms still tense as they remember trying to wrap around your broad shoulders as you persuaded moans out of my throat that usually lay dormant in my chest. <br />You let yourself sink inside of me like an anchor in port, for I knew that you were there to stay. <br />And when the music of my climax hybridized with your own… That is the kind of uncensored happiness I’m unsure anyone else even knows exists. <br />You kissed my lips and whispered you loved me, and I sense that your sweat infused with mine is still on my skin. <br />So, you see, I guess I am simply not quite ready to let go of that feeling yet.<br /><br />Rebecca Paul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shower-15/
