Pants

Maaaaan, the universe (not to mention the kids) prevented me from getting more than the briefest glimpse of you this evening…

But, oh.

Oh. My good lord.

Are you tryna kill me? Make my heart stop right there in my chest, breath caught right there in my throat, every single brain function shut off, except for those involved with the absolutely overwhelming desire to reproduce with you?

(or, at least, you know… go through the motions…)

I mean, good god, woman. You know a loose tee and some joggers would absolutely fucking do me in already, but that… THAT… those pants…

Oh.

My god.

I need for you to know that, just as I wasn't aware that it was possible for a person to be as in love with another person as I am with you, I really, truly, had no idea that it was possible to be so impossibly physically attracted to another person as I am to you.

Seriously.

I do not know how we are going to cohabitate.

(and we will)

Love. If I am a battery, then you are my wireless charger, filling me til I am swollen well past design constraints, threatening to explode at any given moment. Constantly. All day. Every fucking day.

You are now, and have always been, my dream. Emotionally, yes. Mentally, yes yes, a million times yes. But physically? Fuuuuuck. Fuck me. Oh, my god. Pleeeease fuck me.

Soon.

Oh, lord. Oh, good golly. Oh, my goodness gracious, with perfect little cherries on top and the most amazing fucking peach at the bottom…

Fuck.

I am so fucking in love with you.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

God, but I do love you so.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.