Love Languages — Physical Touch

Welp, if you didn't already know, she just up and told you. Along with everybody else, lol.

No sense denying it, it's true.

I am an ass man.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I am in love with every single last curve of your body. I appreciate each and every part of you, from your beautiful head to the tip of your pretty little toes.

But there's just something about butts. And your butt…

Go figure, the woman I would fall far more deeply in love with than I ever even imagined was even possible would also just happen to have a perfect ass. The perfect ass. As if you were made just for me.

Not gonna lie, I have always loved that thing, from the day we met…

But this isn't a letter about your butt, not really. Let's just say, seeing you walking around in those blue jeans the other night got me thinking about… well, it got me thinking about love languages.

Yeah. Don't ask. I don't really remember how I made that connection… but I did.

So, I thought I'd write a bit about each one. I think that you and I, we are both just absolutely full of love. And so we both speak all five of the love languages fluently. We don't have to work at it, it just flows from us naturally. And I want to explore that a bit… The plan is to write one letter about each, over the course of a week or two. We'll see how it goes.

First up, since let's face it, this whole thing was no doubt brought on by me thinking about just how very badly I need to touch that beautiful booty… and my god those hips… oh, my lord almighty…

Ahem.

Sorry, got a bit distracted there for a moment…

First up: Physical touch.

Yeah…

Gosh.

I cannot wait to get my hands on that thing… man, I cannot wait get my hands on all of you. If your preferred love language is physical touch, well then my babe… I've got good news for you. Whole entire days go by where the only thing I can even think about is kissing your lips… cuddling up next to you on the couch so that our bodies are pressed together, even if all we're doing is watching TV with the kids… Lord, I seriously considered never washing my shoulder again after how many times you tapped me there the other night…

And our knees…

God. Every time our knees bumped into each other under that table… Did you ever pull away, or was that only me? Oh, love, I wanted to just leave them be, just let them rest against each other… I tried to force myself to not move away, but I guess my impulse to not make you uncomfortable still holds some sway… but gosh, would it even have? Seems to me we could have sat there, our knees against each other for the entire dinner, and nobody else would have been the wiser… and you would have been just as happy about it as I was… sigh

…and if you're ever wondering how desperate I am for your touch, well… I suppose wonder no more. Anything. Anything at all. Any contact I ever get with you… those taps on my shoulder… you hitting me when one of us says something dumb… gosh… our fingers brushing past each other for half a second while I handed you your keys… Anything.

sigh

My love, I sincerely hope that you enjoy being spoken to with the language of physical touch. Because once I'm allowed… I am going to be touching you wherever and whenever I can, from holding your hand during walks to standing shoulder to shoulder while we wait in lines. From holding you in a spoon as we drift off to sleep, to kissing you “good morning” when you wake up.

I'd say I'm worried it might be a bit too much for you, but I'm pretty sure you'll be the same. I'm pretty sure you've already been whispering to me in physical touch for some months now… And I've seen how it can look when you speak it out loud.

Yeah. I think we'll be communicating our love with physical touch very well, and for a very long time…

I, for one, can't wait. These hands cannot wait. Touching you is… Everything.

sigh

I love you, my sweet, sexy love.

Yours.

PS — My god, seriously, those jeans are going to be the death of me one of these days. Good fuckin' gravy…