Trying to imagine.

I've been trying to imagine it…

To find the most beautiful woman the world has ever known, lying on her belly, gorgeous face just visible below a lock of hair on one side, bare as the day she was born…

To walk up to the foot of her bed, and sit next to her, eyes tracing back and forth, trying to take every inch in all at once. Trying to understand what forces of nature could have possibly led to this most perfect array of curves and lines, tuned so perfectly to activate every last neuron in every region of my brain and every last nerve in my heart…

To reach over and rest a hand on the back of her ankle, her skin smooth and perfect against my own.

To take that hand and move upwards, slowly, ever so slowly… taking in the feel of each and every centimeter… the curve of her calf, a soft giggle as I accidentally tickle the back of her knee…

Her thigh… and my hand, unsure of which way to go… inward… outward… god every single bit so touchable, so fucking delicious… finally landing on an arc, moving outward first to feel those hips that have lived rent-free in my head for far longer than she realizes, before gliding back inward…

Along that beautiful, supple, perfect roundness… she gasps as I pause long enough to give it a quick slap. Me, absolutely mesmerized… the sight… the sound… the feel… everything, everything exactly as I've dreamed, every night, every single night for years…

To then squeeze, a gentle firmness, grabbing and pulling back outward, my other hand joining in to mirror the motion… Before letting go of both, eyes watching with unmatched hunger as they rebound, returning to their original shape…

To quickly wipe away the tiny bit of saliva I realize has seeped from the corner of my mouth as the first hand returns, just slightly above that object of my obsession…

And to trace her spine, her perfect, beautiful, sensuous spine up, up, up… taking in the curve of it, her perfect skin on either side… a soft moan escaping her lips as I press my palm into the muscle just below her shoulder blade, firmly rubbing out the tension there…

To slowly work the massage up, the other hand joining in again… to finally reach her shoulders, brushing some errant hairs out of the way…

To lean down and kiss her, just below the ear, before whispering a soft “I love you, beautiful” into it.

Mmmmm, baby. I've been trying to imagine it…

Trying.

And succeeding.

And baby, when the day comes we can make it real…

Be prepared.

Because I am going to worship every inch of you, every single last inch of you, every day, for as long as I live.

And that, my dear, is a promise.

Love you, beautiful.
Me.