Curve

Oh, my lord.

I was going to steer clear of these things until after this trip because, I dunno, superstition or something? I guess I worry that you might feel like I'm objectifying you, when the truth is that it is that most beautiful of all souls that I am truly in love with… but, this is the way with me, when it comes to you… sometimes, the slightest spark sets off a wildfire, and I become completely consumed by my desire for you…

And speaking of sparks… my god, that curve…

You, yesterday, lying on your side taking a nap in your gravity chair brought me thoughts of love and peace, just thinking of how amazing it would be to wake to such beauty every morning…

You, today, lying on your side on the beach, your already impossibly perfect figure emphasized even more by the firm sandy surface… bringing me completely different thoughts…

Good. Fucking. Grief.

Seriously, you were only like that for a few moments, but they may have been life changing for me…

I mean, fuck, man.

I seriously do not think you have any idea of what your body does to me, from the very top of your beautiful head to the tip of your perfect little toes. It's as if somebody dug through my brain, found every single fantasy I have ever had since my sexual awakening more than 30 years ago, and put them all together into one perfectly sexy package. You are exactly what I have always wanted. And the fact that you are frickin' you.

Good lord. You don't even want to know all the ways I dream of showing you my love…

Well. Less than a day before we go back to reality… I've enjoyed this trip and the time I've gotten to spend with you immensely. I wonder if you noticed when I almost accidentally put my arm around you in that escape room… it just felt… so right. You just feel so right. And you look so, so damned right.

God, I love you. I cannot wait to get to touch you…

So hungrily yours.