See me when I struggle to put on my favorite pair of jeans and shirt because I've been really dedicated to working out so I don't quite fit like I used to.
See my eyes light up like a Christmas tree when I realize how much you make me smile.
See the way I look at you before I join you in song to our favorite movie of the year, the one with that really great soundtrack. We act like fools trying to remember the lines but it doesn't matter cause we know how it goes in our heads.
Good sex is in the way we communicate.
I already know what I want to tell you, and so do you, but we like hearing each other's voices more.
We take the long route in conversation just so we can stop and smell the roses along the way. The destination is already known, but we communicate as if the secrets of our minds were hidden in every letter spoken from our lips. There is so much more to discover about who we are that way.
Good sex is in laughter.
I swear I can feel my belly fill up when I laugh with you.
You're not trying to make me laugh, you're just so damn silly that you force the rugged plates in my heart to shift just enough to send quakes through my body. Those quakes come up out of my mouth as confirmation of your humor. I am damaged by you and only chuckles and giggles can repair me.
Good sex is in the food we share together.
It is nothing short of magic that I get to taste food I've never had with someone I've never known beyond today. I get to witness new expressions from you that no one else gets to see. I collect memories of your excitement like I pick fresh flowers in the field.
Good sex is in the silence.
It is nothing short of magic that I get to taste food I've never had with someone I've never known beyond today. I get to witness new expressions from you that no one else gets to see. I collect memories of your excitement like I pick fresh flowers in the field.
Good sex is in the silence.
The silence between us is when I can hear you the loudest. Everything you don't say illuminates in my mind like a projector and I can watch it all like a movie. My dearest scene is the one where you confess that you want me by biting your lips while you watch me jabber on endlessly about my favorite subject.
Also the one where you let me know you care about me by concerning yourself with the limp that you don't remember me leaving you with.
And even the one where you thought I couldn't hear you say "I love you" but in that hug that felt like it lasted for a decade I heard you spell out every letter.
Or how about the gasp and moans that tell me "right there" when I'm in the right spot. It's not something you can say. It's not something I would let you say. I'm too busy drowning you in thoughts of what I'm going to do next.
Good sex is in your touch.
There is nothing more grounding than the way you seek my hands for comfort. It reminds me that I am the earth.
Your hands water me with reassurance that my body needs tender care; that I cannot be stiff and dry forever. In due time I will thank you by bearing fruit knowing that you want the first taste of my offering.
You remind me that you know my curves, and know them well. The way down to my roots are long and heavy yet you saturate me thoroughly enough to drench the parts of me that are utter desert.
Darling, we are having sex all the time, and to go to bed with you only neatly wraps the gift.
Also the one where you let me know you care about me by concerning yourself with the limp that you don't remember me leaving you with.
And even the one where you thought I couldn't hear you say "I love you" but in that hug that felt like it lasted for a decade I heard you spell out every letter.
Or how about the gasp and moans that tell me "right there" when I'm in the right spot. It's not something you can say. It's not something I would let you say. I'm too busy drowning you in thoughts of what I'm going to do next.
Good sex is in your touch.
There is nothing more grounding than the way you seek my hands for comfort. It reminds me that I am the earth.
Your hands water me with reassurance that my body needs tender care; that I cannot be stiff and dry forever. In due time I will thank you by bearing fruit knowing that you want the first taste of my offering.
You remind me that you know my curves, and know them well. The way down to my roots are long and heavy yet you saturate me thoroughly enough to drench the parts of me that are utter desert.
Darling, we are having sex all the time, and to go to bed with you only neatly wraps the gift.
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