Fenk Shui

Speaking of fun…

I wouldn't have dared take a video of the three of you doing that dance routine… but she told me to. And who am I to argue with her when she tells me to do something?

Kinda wish I had thought to record it in slow-mo mode, though. Alas.

Anyhow… There's something I have to get off my chest.

I have always thought you were ridiculously sexy. I mean, let's be brutally honest… the seed of that innocent little crush that lasted so many years was, as it so often is, physical.

But within seconds of the first words we ever spoke to each other, I knew… there was so much more. I could see so much depth there, so much that I could get lost in, just as I so easily get lost in your eyes…

Then gradually finding out that those early impressions were correct. That you are the fascinating, amazing person I suspected you were. Better, even. And finally, after all those years, finally starting to really get to know you…

Your sexiness might be where it started, but it's pretty freaking far from the most important thing these days.

Still, though.

Holy Moses.

Yes, my love. I already thought you were sexy as hell. And that was before I knew you could move… like that.

And I know what you're thinking, but no love… It's not only the way you shook that thing of yours, swaying back and forth, hips rocking side to side…

Oof. Good lord. I mean. It's an awful lot of that.

But it's everything else, too. Barefoot on the grass, the way you twirled your hands. That smile on your face. Just… head to toe, so stupidly fucking sexy.

The way, when you were done, you came over to me to tell me… tell me, specifically… about your history with that routine.

You do know you don't have to impress me anymore, right? I mean, really… you never did have to. I've just been taken by you since day one.

But, good grief. I'm sure not complaining.

And hey… maybe, next time those guys come around, I might be able to do that number with you. I'd sure like to try.

Yours,
♒️