Shaking

Oh, goodness my love.

I truly have no idea what's gotten into me.

This afternoon, you would have found me shaking with desire, driven by nothing more than a mental image of you in that yellow dress and the castings of my ever-so-fertile imagination.

(…how very little effort it would have taken to push it up and over your hips…)

I love you, it's true. I love you and I want to spend my life with you and know everything there is to know about you and share my whole entire self with you.

But, good grief.

I've said before that I didn't know I could love this hard, and that's true.

But I also didn't know I could lust this hard.

Oh, ⭐️. I am going to love you no matter what. I am going to be yours, no matter what. I will always respect your boundaries, and I will never, ever hold it against you if it turns out our libidos don't align well.

It does not matter.

It's you I love. The beautiful mind and heart that looks out at me from behind those ridiculously stunning eyes.

You.

…but if they do…

If that mischievous grin you give me from time to time means at all what I think that it might mean…

⭐️.

Our love is already one for the books.

But imagine… just imagine the love we can make.

⭐️.

I'm serious.

When finally we touch… and I mean really touch…

We are going to burn this city to the ground.

The Manhattan Project has nothing on the heat we'll generate together.

A billion suns going super nova all at once would be but a pale imitation.

We may very well tear a hole through the very fabric of space and time itself.

Well.

I, for one, am down.

So, what do you say?

Scary movie and chill?

Fiendishly Yours.

Always.