A breather after my shower, 
under the moans of a ceiling fan,
in only a blue kimono, 
tussled my hair's damp dark honey color 
with the tips of fingertips,
that had just searched places vacant 
of you.

Still quivering from the thrust,
of passionate water
splattered on my hardened nipples,
tantalizing them while my arms moved
to positions that missed your touch.

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