Plaid

I was thinking about you (…I'm always thinking about you…) in your cute grunge-girl outfit the other night… Thinking about you wearing it when I take you out to a concert in a distant city…

…this time just the two of us…

And then take you back to our hotel, holding hands and giggling as we check in, not bothering to hide our excitement about being together…

And once we get in the room, I'll kiss you, a hand in your hair, the other on your back…

Gently, at first. Exploratory. We've never done this with each other before, after all…

But soon our love will push us, drive our lips to smash together, tasting each other for the very first time…

And I'll rip that plaid shirt right off of you.

…except, no… you said that it was your grandfather's…

So I'll take it carefully from your shoulders and hang it neatly in the closet…

Before ripping that tee off, right up over your head.

…except, no… that shirt had meaning, too… Sorry, I was busy getting lost in your eyes… but I think maybe you said your sister had the same one…

Well…

I'll gently lift it off of you and fold it neatly before placing it atop the dresser.

And then I'll enjoy you like this for a time… Oh, the temptation to get into that bra will be nigh on impossible to defeat, but I want to take some time, savor each moment… So I'll lie next to you on the bed, kissing your ears, your neck, your shoulders… then finally back to those sweet lips… lingering there…

I could spend an eternity just kissing your lips and never need anything else ever again… food… water… air… none could ever lure me away from the sweet taste of those lips…

Oh, my sweet love… I could go on… I could tell you about how I'd take off my shirt, and unclasp your bra. Then hold you, skin against skin, as we press our lips back together, peeking to see if your eyes are open…

Smiling when I see that they are.

But some of us have to go work in the morning. So, perhaps I'll fast-forward a bit… to when we've finally exhausted ourselves… given in to every last one of those primal urges that have been building up in both of us for years.

And I'll hold you, bare skin snuggled under the covers for warmth, your head on my shoulder. And I'll kiss your forehead before you look up to me and give me one last kiss goodnight…

And I'll whisper…

…I love you, ⭐️…

…And I am yours, for as long as you'll have me…

Before we drift off to sleep.

…and dream of doing it all again…

…

Goodnight, my love.

I am yours.