Intimacy

I think a lot about what it's going to be like when we finally manage to get into bed together.

I mean… I think a lot about the actual circumstances, how we'll get there, what state we'll be in… I'll admit, I do like to imagine both of us having just a bit too much to drink, maybe letting our guards down, letting our inhibitions go… though in truth I would never take advantage.

But, no, I mean…

I think about what it's going to be like for us to share our love with each other, on that level.

Oh. I have no doubt whatsoever the heat of our passion is going to threaten to burn the place down… I mean, how long have you been waiting? For me, it's been so many years…

But, once we get that out of our system. Once we've exhausted all the tinder and kindling, and our love is a nicely burning fire, hot but not overwhelming, perpetuated by each of us adding a bit of fuel from time to time…

What does our bedroom look like then?

I confess, I have no point of reference. But I can imagine. And I do. I imagine it… a lot.

Each of us demonstrating our love in the ways we touch each other… the ways we'll look at each other…

The love is going to be palpable, isn't it?

sigh

I can't wait, my love. I wish, sometimes, that we could just skip straight to it… but I guess we should do it right, shouldn't we?

God, but I do love you. I crave the touch of your heart no less than I crave the touch of your hands… I just want you… all of you, all the time.

I love you, ⭐️.

Yours,
♒️