On the table…

Alright, I'm just going to put this right out on the table: I am mesmerized by your ass, your hips, god your legs… It's been two weeks and I'm still dreaming of those pants you were wearing. Woman. Holy.

The fact that they are all attached to the most amazing woman that I've ever met… It's mind-boggling. It's almost as if you were made specifically for me. Every box, ticked. Physically. Emotionally. Conversationally. Our interests align. Our politics align. Pretty sure our bodies would align into a perfect spoon, given the chance. Our availability… oh. Damn.

Still and all, I can't get you out of my head. Sometimes it's that perfect ass… Sometimes it's that beautiful smile and those astonishing eyes. Sometimes it's the last thing we talked about. Sometimes it's how you remember conversations we had years ago. Sometimes it's that gorgeous, generous soul of yours. Sometimes it's wondering if you've noticed how tied my tongue has gotten around you lately. Always, though, it's you. Every part of you, inside and out.

And I wonder… Do I tick any of your boxes?