Feel Me, Feel You

I don't know why I'm like this baby, but… well, I like it. I hope you do, too.

See, the thing is, and I've hinted at it before… for me? My libido is bound so tightly with my heart, that the two may as well be one and the same. And, the thing is, you might think that means my libido is only active when my heart is full of joy, or admiration, or whatever…

But, no. On, no. It's the other way around.

If I'm feeling deeply, then I have a need to feel you… deeply.

Or, look. Let's not sugar coat it: if I'm feeling emotional? Then I'm almost certainly horny. As hell. Almost doesn't matter the emotion.

Almost.

So, sure. Joy? Yes, obviously. Admiration? Every minute of every fucking day. But also anger (not that I've felt anger towards you, babe, not yet…), sadness, the whole entire gamut.

If my need for you is heavy, then my need for you is heavy, too.

Just… for the record… I am a huge fan of make-up sex. I mean. Gotta actually make up, too, but… you know.

And ok, this isn't really related, but any time you ever feel a need to just… sit on my face?

Fuck, man. Just do it. Don't even ask. I mean it.

I'm snoring away?

DO IT.

Girl. I've been dreaming of waking up to that for ages. Ages. Aching for it.

Ahem. Anyhow.

Just how I'm built. But I know… I know there's something not quite normal about that. I know there might be times I reach for you, and you'll be like… “Dude… Now?!”

But the other thing about me is…

I get it.

So I'll be like “Yeah, now, but you know what? I know you aren't there, so it's ok, babe. Here… how about I just hold you for a bit instead?”

And I'll be all good.

Anyways. Just thought you should know.

Weirdly Yours.
Me