Giant Zucchinis and You

So.

Outwardly, I'll always be a gentleman. Aside from incidental contact (like our hands briefly brushing when I handed you that giant zucchini that one time… side note, sorry that I'm apparently still 12 but that moment remains probably the most… amusing thing that's happened between us so far, lol), I will never touch you without your express permission. I am in control of my actions.

But, my thoughts…

Look.

Inwardly, I'm just going to assume you want me to be imagining you, in swimwear, at least as many sheets to the wind as you were on Halloween, your hair falling down your back all wet and heavy, your skin glistening from the pool water in the fading summer sun…

Because you have to know I'm going to, if you keep proposing that we find ourselves in that very situation.

As you've now done. At least twice.

And inwardly… I'm going to assume you want me to see those photos you've been posting of yourself to that new account, that account you sent me a friend request from at one in the morning. You, in workout gear. Or that dress. Or wearing those pants.

Wearing…

those…

pants…

Oh, I'm a gentleman. I won't touch you without permission. But good lord. Good lord almighty.

I control my actions, yes, but my thoughts…

Well.

The less said about my thoughts, probably the better…

Not that I need any help thinking of you, but please… feel free to insert yourself into my thoughts any old time you please. In any old fashion that you please.

(and yes, let's do the thing with the water and the looooooots of alcohol…

soon)

Eternally yours.