Fantasy

Do you know that you are my fantasy?

I mean…

Yes. You are my dream come true. I didn't ever think that I would meet a girl like you. I didn't even expect that a girl like you existed. I consider it a miracle that I ever even met you, no matter what may or may not happen between us. It's not every day that someone meets somebody who ticks off so very many boxes…

(Like… every single last one of them…)

But that's not what I'm talking about right now.

No.

You are my fantasy.

You know what I mean.

There isn't a single part of you that hasn't, at some point, turned me on. Oh, I could talk about that ridiculous ass of yours all freakin' day — and ⭐️, I am going to touch that butt someday. It's a life goal of mine to do so. Seriously. With your consent, of course. Tonight? Next week? Fifty years from now when we're all gray and wrinkly? Yes, yes, and yes. If I could. That's not even all lust… that thing is just… it's just… gosh. It is nothing short of fantastic. Always has been, for as long as I've known you. It pulls at my hands (and eyes) like your gorgeous mind pulls at my interest. I want to just hold it while I sleep. Have my hand on one of those hips (which are close enough and good god don't even get me started on how sexy those are… we'd be here all night…) while we're watching a movie together.

Yeah. Jeez. I think I've established that your tush plays part in all sorts of fantasies of mine…

But the rest of you. The usual bits… your breasts are… perfect. Just absolute perfection. Gorgeous. Goodness, I just can't freakin' wait to get to see them in their full glory…

Everything else, too. Good god, I had no idea how sexy your little tummy was going to be until you came out in that two piece bikini on that lake… Fuck, man. When can I see that again? ⭐️, I've been dying to… I want to kiss it, so badly…

And I talk about your eyes all the time, but did you know that your eyebrows have turned me on? Did you know that sometimes I see one of those ears peaking out from your hair, and it's like an old timey lady pulling up her dress to reveal her ankle…

Don't even get me started on your lips.

Holy.

Fuck.

I think I spend a significant percentage of my time just wondering what they're going to taste like…

And oh, god, your hair… your hair, however you're wearing it at the time… Oh, you have no idea how much I long to feel your hair, how badly I want to know how it feels between my fingers…

⭐️, your hair may be the only part of you that I long to touch as much as that butt. Fuck, man. Long? Short? Straight? Wavy? I dunno, this is probably weird but… your hair…

sigh

Seriously. I could go on all night. Your hands, for crying out loud. All of you.

Every.

Last.

Square.

Inch.

Yeah.

You are my fantasy.

…and so I wonder…

Am I yours?