An empty shower with her.

He came late without her, he felt the emptiness of his home,
the pressure on his chest, her perfume in his bed.

He couldn’t think straight, her memories were all around,
the sound of her laugh, a forgotten hair tie.

The shower felt like being in the middle of the ocean under the rain;
hopeless, alone, hurt and nowhere to go.

He closed his eyes, and she appeared;
he could feel her warm body hugging him,
and the water running down their bodies.

She was there; kissing, biting, moaning.
She was there, all for him, ready to be taken.
Ready to give up and be just for him.

He could feel her nails digging into his skin,
Her lips biting his neck, her breast against his chest.
It was like she had never left.

The cold water brought him down,
waking up from the dream of having her.

The realization of not having her there
made him more angry than before,
knowing that he would never be satisfied
until she was his again…

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