A problem.

My god, babe.

I've told you before, but not sure you've really heard me, so, here. Let me lay it out again.

You see. I logged onto fb all innocently this morning, and was instantly faced by that smile paired with those jeans and oh my good fucking lord.

Babe.

We're gonna have a problem, once you and me are living together.

You, just existing… Being your sweet, sassy, silly self. Making me feel dumb in comparison to that ridonkulous mind (babe, this is not me being threatened, this is me salivating…).

And all the while, looking like that. Like every dream I have ever had, ever.

Fuck, man. Fuck.

Miles and miles away and you've got me standing right on the edge, practically vibrating. Just wondering when I'll get a chance to jump.

Look, let me put it simply:

God, you are so fucking hot. Lord almighty. Each and every curve pushing some kind of button in me. Making my hands ache with the need to feel them. To squeeze, to pull you in, to brush across your nipples, to feel your heat.

Fuck, woman. If you don't ride my face sometime soon, the need might just explode out of me anyway.

Damn.

God.

Fuck.

sigh

Yours.

PS—I love you.