Sexy Dream Journal

Goodness. There must be something in the air? At a guess, it's your pheromones. Which I swear are tuned precisely to me…

This one was significantly less elaborate than that last one, but… well. Let's get to it!

I was out messing with my car, and you came walking by, just exactly as you were when you walked by earlier in the evening. That angel's smile peering out at me from that frame of beautiful hair… atop that body that would make a demon blush, squeezed into that dress, the dark stripes calling attention to each and every curve…

The only difference was this time, you were alone.

And then you were passed, and walking away from me… the fabric straining around that thing of yours, stretching just so, such that there was essentially nothing left to the imagination about the precise structure of that perfect rear end…

(You must know, right? Surely, you must have looked at yourself in the mirror wearing that dress…)

And let's not forget that leg, peeking out from the slit down the side with every stride… oof.

And then as soon as you were out of sight… you appeared again, coming around the same direction, as if your walk around the neighborhood takes 20 seconds instead of 8 minutes…

(not that I keep track…)

And again. And again. And again. Flashing that smile, swaying those hips, driving me to the very brink of insanity…

And then, just as I was wondering how I could possibly cohabitate with you when we finally manage to get together… how my body could possibly survive getting to see so much of you, so often…

You came walking by again, flashing that smile, just like every other time… except this time, instead of walking past, you marched right up to me. And with no preamble, no words at all, you reached up with your left hand to cup my cheek, those beautiful sea greens peering intently into my ocean blues for just a moment… and then, as you leaned in to kiss me, you reached your right hand down… and your lips pressed against mine just as your hand wrapped around me…

Seventeen. I swear, you make me feel seventeen again in so many ways.

⭐️, you are… a wonder. I've never met a mind I've longed to engage with as much as I long to engage with yours. I've never met someone with a more beautiful heart and soul.

And your sex appeal. Good grief. No lie, ⭐️… I have never seen, much less met, anyone half as attractive as you are. I know I did that dumb thing with the Audrey picture a few weeks ago, but even she would have paled in comparison next to you. You are singularly beautiful. Absurdly so. Your mere existence increases the universe's overall beauty quotient a thousandfold. How I landed a tenth of a mile from you… how I ever managed to even catch your eye, I will never know…

And all of that, all the beauty and grace, that sharp wit and intellect, that heart that seems to be made of pure, unfiltered love… all of it, all in one… perfect… package.

sigh

I love you, ⭐️. Lord. I cannot wait to be with you.

Yours.