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Under the shower, I close my eyes. I dream myself away. Every drop feels like your butterfly kisses. The warmth of the water feels like the touch of your body. Under the shower, I close my eyes. I dream myself away. I wrap my arms around me and think these arms are yours. I touch myself at spots, were only you and me are allowed to touch. Under the shower, I close my eyes. I dream myself away: I feel your fingers painting my belly with the soap. I think I can hear your little sweet laugh of joy and tender. Under the shower, I close my eyes. I dream myself away. I put my head up to the water, falling down on me. I open my mouth a bit and feel your coltish wet kiss of good feelings. Under the shower, I close my eyes. I dream my live away. After a while I hardly open my eyes again. And, Iīm alone under the warm drops of water. Where are you, when I need you? You know, you donīt want me shower alone. Under the shower. I can pretend you are here
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