The Backup Plan

There's something you should know about me, babe.

Yeah, I'm emotional. Yeah, I don't shy away from digging into the depths of my heart to really let myself feel. True, I trend towards optimism, but I can carry an emotion — good, bad, or ugly — for days or weeks, if it's heavy enough.

But, babe. There might be something wrong with me. Some animalistic part of me that wields far too much power in the complex storm within my head. Because, the thing is…

It hardly matters what's going on in my heart… I could be stressed about some problem at work, or even drowning in sorrow about a tragic loss…

But there is never a time where you…

Aw, babe, how do I put this…

There is never a time where if you backed that thing of yours up to me, grinding and maybe even giggling a little bit at the absurdity as you use it to push me back, back until I fall on the bed, and further back as you let my belly and chest briefly feel the wetness of you, and still back and back until that thing, round and perfect is just there, just in front of me, giving me my second favorite view in the universe for just a heartbeat before you come to a rest, letting gravity press you fully into me as my lips and tongue begin to explore every single last centimeter of what's been laid out before them…

Well.

Let's just say, I have always got room for that in my heart, my love.

Always.

Yours.

(Seriously)
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Always.