I’m sitting in a bath right now, which makes me think about how much I enjoyed taking baths with you. Taking baths together can totally go on the list of things we like to do. Crosswords. Poetry recitations. Crab cakes. Running. Kissing. Camping. Making love. Making fuck. Singing. Feeding each other. Soft touches. Long phone calls. Jeepin’ out. Baths. This blog. Laughing. Lots of laughing.
When I think about the structure of my feelings for you, I think about the following dimensions:
Who you are
How we are together
Who I am with you
Who you are
What I value most about who you are is that you are a kind man. I think your kindness is your most prominent trait, and it is abundant in the way you move about the world. It is integrated into your presence. I think the best thing for this world and humanity would be for everyone to be as kind as you. To me, you are a highly evolved specimen. Maybe my biology urges me to mate with you, to populate the planet with your kind babies. In my lizard brain, I’m trying to save the world every time I fuck you.
Who we are together
Then there’s how we are together. We are sweet and tender together. That’s for sure. We love on each other. We hold hands. We look at each other all the time. We snuggle. We enjoy comfort and happiness from the physical affection we show to one another.
Our combined sexual passion is powerful. We play together. We have the sex thing down. Yeah. Having sex with you is really fantastic. Having sex with you is all-encompassing. We laugh like children while we fuck like we know what we’re doing. Feel free to write in the comments about the details of our lovemaking. It stokes the fire for me.
AAAAAAND we get shit done. We execute well together. That is very important to me because I love to execute. Being able to make shit happen with you brings me a great deal of joy. It also makes me feel less lonely. Or, better yet, it makes me feel united. I think that the ability to cooperate is perhaps a special type of connection for all animals, humans included. You and me, sweetz, we’re a couple of beavers building a dam.
Who I am when I’m with you
When I’m with you, I am a woman in motion. I have been perpetually falling in love with you from the moment you responded to my apology. But I am also myself. You let me express myself in love in the ways that make sense to me. And you understand. And so, with you, I am a woman who is understood. Being understood makes everything feel okay, somehow, does it not? When I am with you, I am a woman for whom everything is okay. And ultimately, that’s who I’ve always wanted to be.