It's Happening…

… the only question these days is… when?

And how do we get there?

On which side of the fuck are we going to blow shit up? Before? Or after?

And, either way, will we survive the fallout?

And here is why I have been so damned careful and slow.

Because, yeah, I want to fuck the ever loving shit out of you. Good Christ there are few things I want more. God, your body, your hips, that ass, those eyes…

But one of those things I do want more? The thing? Is I want to love you, and be loved in return. I want to take care of you, and be taken care of in return. I want to walk down the street proudly, with you by my side. I want to have sneaky quiet sex with you in your parent's guest bedroom when we visit them for Christmas. I want to wake up, every morning, and watch you sleeping for a while (I know you like to sleep in later than me) before getting up and going to make your coffee.

I want to love you.

Then fuck you.

Then love you some more.

On endless repeat.

For the rest of my life.

How do we get there?