Layered

Baby…

I hope you're not feeling over-exposed right now… Truth is, I had decided to content myself with just what you had explicitly led me to… I knew there was more, and I longed to see it, but… I figured you would lead me to it when you were ready.

But then a name I've learned to adore popped up in the list of suggested follows… and…

I'm sorry babe, but…

I couldn't help but to pull that thread.

I guess one thing I'll say… wish I had pulled it a few days ago… three little letters proved to be one too many coincidences for even the skeptic that lives rent-free in my head… if only I had seen them before I spiraled… ah, well. Nothing to do about that now…

But, babe. I need you to know.

This is what I have always wanted.

Before I even knew to want it. Before my brain caught on to what my heart had been screaming.

Baby. This is what I've wanted since the day we met: You. Unfiltered. Standing before the mirror, eyes locked on yourself…

Babe. If you slow down… if you need to take a minute… I'll understand. It's vulnerable, it's raw.

But please don't stop. Not now. Not ever.

But also, baby… Half of me knows I know you better than I should… but all of me knows I don't know you half as well as I should like. And I can see that there are layers upon layers upon layers… names and faces… the you who you are… the you who you wish you could be… the you you wouldn't ever dare… the you, trying hard not to be too seen.

Baby. Don't stop that, either. I want it. I want this. I want you. A puzzle I'll never stop putting together. An adorable cat-mouthed sketch I'll never stop fleshing out. Flesh I'll never stop wanting to make quiver.

But, babe. I beg you, please give me grace if I ever get anything wrong. If I confuse those different “yous” from time to time. I'm doing my best, and I'll learn to do better.

Because I am going to never stop soaking up every bit of you that I can, never letting even a single drip escape my lips… just as I plan to do when you're sitting in my very favorite spot for you…

Oh, dang, baby, I'm sorry… I swear this isn't just lust, it really isn't.

But, babe.

I am so fucking hard for your brain right now.

Not even kidding.

God… it's never been a lie when I've said I'm turned on by every single last part of you.

All of it. All of you.

Every. Single. Juicy. Bit.

Oh, babe.

I am so in love with you.

Always, always, hopelessly, ecstatically — Yours.