This day has been forever long, my sweater itches, my leggings irritate my soul, my back aches, my feet hurt and nothing but a hot shower is able relieve my discomfort. I have the hot water on max, it’s pelting me, cleansing everything away. I lean my body against the tile, allowing the water to fall away. I release a stream of sighs. I release all my worries. My discomfort still hanging on, the irritation almost a hate for my own skin. 

I close my eyes, slouch, and relax. I know he has climbed into the shower with me, I know by the touch of his hands as he massages me that he knows what I need without me saying. I push back from the wall and fall into his embrace. I want to speak, but my mind won’t allow my lips to move, instead I curl into him.

He grabs the shampoo, soaps up my hair, I can feel him twisting the bubbles and playing with the strands. He grabs the soap squeezing enough on my wash cloth to fill the shower with even more bubbles, I laugh, a tiny giggle, and then he hugs me from behind. I swear at that moment I am whole, my soul is whole, my heart finds peace. 

He washes me, cleans every inch of me, no part of me left out. and then he kisses me. I mean really kisses me, grabs my jaw leans my head back and kisses me, soap and shampoo be damned. The water starts to rinse away, he leans me in the stream, rinses my hair and loves me. 

I would ask for conditioner but the thought of interrupting him pains me. I stand watching him briefly as he rinses his body, my home. He turns off the water, dries me, and takes me to bed.

A kiss on my nose, a finger playing with my clit, I already know he’ll have to shower me again.