Beautiful chaos, yours and mine.

Babe…

Sometimes I wonder if you even realize what you do to me. One look at that smile, and my whole body tunes itself to your wavelength. One glance from those gorgeous eyes, and I forget there's even anything else out there in the universe other than you…

Last week, sitting there on the bleachers, you undid me — not those legs this time, though good lord what they do to me… nor even that your beautiful smile…

It was your hand.

The delicate shape of it, the way it rested so casually on that rail in front of you…

God… I found myself fighting not to reach out… run my fingers along your skin… learn every line by heart, pull it to my lips to kiss each knuckle, one by one…

Imagining it on me…

Around me…

God, babe. You're beautiful. From every tip to every toe.

But your heart — god, your heart… that's the part that finishes me off completely.

Your fierce kindness, the way your spirit leans toward light and wonder — and not small bit of mischief. Your bright days, your dark ones. Your boring days, your days swimming in emotion…

Oh, baby. I love it all. I want to be there for it all.

And real talk — engine, brake, doesn’t even matter. Tie me up, babe. Tether me to you.

I’m yours either way.

So…
Let's make some beautiful chaos together, shall we?

Yours.