Everything but the kitchen sink

Washing dishes suddenly wasn’t a chore.  The running water muffled your approach.  A hi and how I’ve missed you audibly caressed my right ear.  I shivered as you rested your palm on my hip simultaneously brushing your hair on the nape of my neck.  Your lips skipping vertebrae working south in rhythmic sync to your dancing tongue.  You bend me forward and rabidly hump my ass.  My left cheek smashed upon the marble countertop.  A puddle of squirt is your souvenir.