Not talking about my pussy this time.
It was a different sort of intimacy.
A morning shower.
Finally, after all these years.
All the yearning.
We had enough morning for me to serve him in the shower.
It was nothing like in my story.
He didn't fuck me.
Not in my ass.
Not in any other orifice.
He went into the bathroom,
and allowed me to enter,
and bade me run the shower
and to follow him into the shower.
to join him in the shower
and worship him under the spray.