Levels

Call me a nerd, but to me one of the most fascinating things about human evolution is how each time our brains developed some major new ability, it wasn't so much a change as an addition, a layering on of new capabilities, while the older, less evolved parts still remained. And so now, whenever we think of anything, there are barrages of messages flying around between those older, simpler parts of the brain, out to the newer, more sophisticated parts that make humanity… human.

And, gosh. The sheer complexity of those signals every time I look at you…

Those newer, more refined parts of me swim in love and adoration, marveling at the amazing person that you are. The rich and complex tapestry of experiences — some wonderful, some decidedly not — that led you to where you are. The way you've chosen to shape those things, and how you've chosen how they shape you. To become the woman whose smile melts my heart, every single time. Whose quirkiness seems to mesh so well with mine. Who cares so very much about the ones she loves — all of the ones she loves. Who woke me up and reminded me of how much color and life there is in this world.

But if you go down deep… down, down, down so deep that you've gotta take the cargo elevator to get down there…

Whenever I look at you, my love, that part of me lights up like motherfucking Jupiter's wrath. Lightning bolts big enough to consume the entirety of Earth blasting throughout my hypothalamus. When I look at you, that part of my brain sees the perfect embodiment of “woman”. Every line, every curve, every single part of your form awakening every single cell of my body. Flooding them with the absolutely overwhelming urge to fulfill their one and only true purpose: the preservation of that sacred, selfish gene.

(Never mind we're both a bit beyond that)

And within milliseconds, the maelstrom becomes far too much to contain. Bolts shoot out in every direction, making the whole of the system go completely haywire. Signals so crossed, the distinction between love and lust gets blurred such that it's your perfect ass that melts my heart and your beautiful smile that gets me so ridiculously turned on…

Or, fuck, whatever. It all turns me on and it all melts my heart… All those layers blended into the most beautiful mush, all by the most beautiful of all women…

Til I don't even know anymore… It's all just you. I just want you. Sitting on my face, snuggled in my arms, watching weird movies together, good times and bad, here, there, everywhere. God. I just want you. You. You. Mind, body, soul.

sigh

Call it love, call it lust, call it whatever the hell you want. I just call it you.

And you. Are perfect. For me.

sigh