One Night Stand

This morning I opened my eyes, the bright sun beaming down on me.  I could feel the heat from the hot June sun through a crack in the blinds of my bedroom window. As I am waking, the events of yesterday still poison my mind. Not being able to shake the thoughts, I get up and regrettably roll out of bed to begin the shower.  Impatiently waiting, I look at myself in the mirror and feel as if I am in a dream. Did it happen?  Was it real?  I step into the shower, and I closed my eyes as the hot water begins to beat down on me as if to punish me for yesterday's deeds.  With every drop I am reminded of my humanity, as I slowly begin to wash you off of me. With every pear-shaped droplet, the scent of your cologne melts off my skin as I sadly again become myself. I tilt my head back under the hot waterfall to drown out your memory, but the torturous music the water plays reminds me of your voice and the sound of you making love to me. As the hot, pulsating water runs down my face, I can feel your velvet kiss move over my body, on my neck, my lips...and for one moment, I forget to breathe. I gasp for air.  The heat of the steam brings back your breath on my skin...the memory of you kissing my breasts so softly and passionately. I create a lather of soap and begin to rub it over my body and my heartbeat races as I'm reminded of your hands caressing my skin. So gentle, yet controlling...urging me, wanting me to let go of my senses and devour yours. I deeply breathe taking in the fresh scent, but still I smell you there...next to me, holding me, intoxicating me.  I can still feel our bodies entwined, tangled together with thread of lustful passion.  But suddenly as the water begins to run colder, I open my eyes and see it was all a wicked fantasy.  Something that existed for a moment, but fleeted just the same.  As the soap washes off my body with water and tears, the memory of you and I slowly becomes just that...a memory. The water turns cold.  My breath no longer quickened by thoughts of you.  I finally succumb to reality, and the memory of you goes away as quickly as you entered into my life.  I turn off the water and exit the shower just as you exited the door to no longer want nor embrace.  I towel off my skin and finish peeling you off my soul.  Oh to begin a new day is heart wrenching, but a move I cannot afford not to make.