Just to see.

Sometimes I think we should… just… do it.

Just. Kiss.

Just to see. Just to find out.

We don't have to make a big deal out of it. Just. Come over. The house is a mess… the bedroom is really a mess, since it's where we hide things for visitors, but…

Just.

Sit down next to me. On the end of the bed.

Let me take your hand.

Let me look into those eyes.

And let's… just…

Kiss.

And, maybe… if you're wearing one of those tank tops (and god, it's been so hot lately…)

Maybe I'll push it down, down the wrong way, off your shoulders, down so it's stuck around your waist, but…

But then maybe I'll kiss your neck… and maybe. Maybe I'll reach a hand over. And maybe… maybe… I'll slide my fingers under your bra, from below…

And then maybe, maybe the kiss will continue… and maybe, just maybe my hand will work its way to your back, and find the clasp…

And then maybe, babe. Maybe I'll lie you back. Back onto the rumpled blanket.

Sorry, my babe, I didn't prepare… I wasn't expecting… this

But… maybe… maybe as you lie back, I'll pull that bra away… and finally, finally discover what you taste like… what that part of you tastes like… the parts always covered… the parts whose precise shape and color I can only imagine… and do, god baby… I do. Every single day.

And then maybe… just maybe I'll slide down, slide off the bed, but not before planting kiss after kiss after kiss on that beautiful tummy…

And I'll grab, and I'll pull, and I'll gently tug those jeans down over those hips, my god those hips…

And then maybe, maybe I'll kiss you again. Kiss those lips I've dreamed about ceaselessly. My tongue, gently pushing its way between them…

And maybe, babe, maybe I'll finally, finally, finally see you undone.

By my hands.

And then, babe, maybe. Maybe I'll kiss you again.

Back where we started.

Sitting next to each other.

On my bed.

So what do you think?

Shall we kiss?

Soon?

Yours.