The steam sneaks
Out from under the bathroom door
I picture the water bouncing
Off of your back, suds clinging to your hair
Your eyes scrunched shut as the heat
Awakens you further
Now all the soap is washed away
You remain, enjoying the warm stream
I enter the steamy bathroom, you step out
I envelop you with the thickest towel
The shower runs on
I laugh
As the water grows cold
In the middle of my shower
As you drink the hot coffee I've made
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