Beers

How is it that you seem to always know just exactly how to get to my heart?

Yes, love. My god, yes. I would love to have beers with you.

And, did you… did you really suggest a hotel bar?

I… I didn't think that was the direction we would go, but my god… how could I turn it down? How could I turn you down? All I've wanted… ALL I've wanted, for years…

Is to touch you.

I mean. Not just physically. I want, more than anything, for our souls to connect, to intertwine, to draw us together in a way that most couples can only dream of.

But… physically.

Fuck.

You are, without question, the sexiest god-damned creature I've ever laid eyes on. These hands of mine ache with desire to touch you, to feel that astonishing skin, to finally trace all of those curves, every last damned part of you.

You don't even know. You can't possibly even know. Even if you've read me, seen my letters… even if you think you understand the depth of my desire for you, the things your beauty does to me, the way even just your smile and your eyes can drive me to the very brink…

You have no idea.

You. Are. Sex.

(and a whole bunch of other things that I assure you are very important to me as well but right now I am in some kind of a mood and all those other things I love them god do I love them but right now right now right now…)

Right now right now right now let's get those beers, let's go to that hotel room, let's rip those clothes off of you, let's smash our lips together, let's taste every single last inch of each other, let's see stars let's let me make you see stars my star my god all I even want to do some days is just make you see stars… over and over and over again, until your body just can't take it anymore…

And then. And only then.

You can satisfy me.

By that point, it will not take long. I promise.

And then I will hold you. I will hold on to you for as long as I can, as long as you let me.

And then, my love. And then.

We can start figuring out how to do that. Every. Single. Day.

Not in hiding.

Not in a hotel room.

But in our home.

Our home. That we make.

Together.

So, yes, love. Let's go get those beers. Please.

I'm ready.

Whenever you are.