All of you.

I've made it pretty clear here, I'm an ass & hips guy. And your ass, your hips?

shivers

But I am, after all, just a man… and I have to say…

That white blouse last night? And the way it fit you? And the way that black shawl… The way it… how it… the way it… framed things, accentuated things, brought certain parts of you to the fore…

Making it all but impossible to keep my eyes off of your chest.

Demonstrating once again that you know just exactly what you're doing.

But also that there isn't a single part of you, inside or out, that doesn't draw me in, give me shivers, turn me on.

You've got me on my knees, my love… Aching to touch you, hold you, talk to you, be your everything, just as you've become mine.

I spent the entire night thinking about taking that shawl off of you, lifting that blouse up, unclasping your bra, and then… just…

Worshipping your breasts.

As perfect as that smile, those eyes, them hips, that ass.

Then lying with you until morning, and getting up, making you coffee, then sitting on your porch and letting you teach me everything there is to know about you.

Inside and out.

Outside and in.

Every last bit, every corner, everything, everything, everything about you.

Then, maybe later, maybe you might let me bask in the glory of that chest once again…

and, let's be honest… probably give that ass a squeeze or two.

Before starting it all again the next day… and the next… and the next…

‘til the sun burns out and there aren't any more days left to have.