You won't need a title for this one darlin'

I have slept with you on my mind all night, and now, half awake, reach to find you again in the lonely hours of the morning. The pillow beside me is unwrinkled, the sheets still tucked. No need to lie longer with this yearning inside, I am up to greet the day when it finally comes around. Morning rituals cannot shake the sense you are just beyond my reach, teasing me, willing me to slip into your hungry embrace. The hot water of the shower draws traces over my skin where your hands did not venture last night. My own hands know those places well, and I linger in the spray, touching my mouth, my breast, aching for the sweet taste of you. My body is yielding and made smooth as glass from the milky suds. I will your strong hard hands to trail creatively over my softness, and impatiently guide your phantom member into me. Leaning breathless against the wall, I yield to the waves of passion you have unleashed. The moment passes as easily as it came, and eyes wide open, you retreat to the shadows.

Another day begins.