Feel It

I wonder, my love, if you feel it when I think of you…

Can you tell when I think of those beautiful eyes, taking a quick glance back at me from over your shoulders?

And can you feel it when I think of reaching my arms around you, cupping each breast, seemingly designed to fit perfectly within each of my hands, as you lean back against me?

Does the skin of your neck tingle as I think of leaning down to kiss it?

And, when I dream of how your skin will feel as I take one of those hands and reach down… down… along your belly… further… until it finally finds that delicate flower between your legs, my lips still on your neck…

Does it compel you to reach your own hand down… thoughts of my touch burning throughout your body?

Gods, I hope so. You have no idea.

Except, love… if it were true…

Well.

If you did… If you felt it whenever I thought about you… If you gave into that compulsion each and every time my hands ached to lovingly caress that blossom…

Well.

You'd never get anything done.

So, alas… maybe not.

But… perhaps? sometimes?

Sometimes. Gosh, I do hope so.

I love you, you walking sex bomb you…

And I'll be thinking of you…

All of you…

Every. Square. Inch………

Yours,
♒️