I’ve hit a dead end.
It used to be fluid — the hunger for excitement, adventure, the new; spontaneous urges to live, to satiate cravings, damning the consequences.
Days of flirty chats, stolen glances, quickies, evenings of long drags, bottoms-up, naughty convos, dirty games; nights of wild, mindless partying, fucking and questionable decisions.
Living life used to be about knowing how to command sexual attention with uninterested yet suggestive glances and comments, supposedly innocent batting of the eyelashes, prompt curving of the lips and heaving of bosoms, practiced swaying of the hips, sultry accentuation of words, mastering double entendres and sexual innuendos, being wanted by men and women, being freaky, and being found sexually appealing.
Now, I want only to be lost in your world, where just the both of us exist. A world of peaceful mornings, beautifully sunny days, and dreamy nights with you. I crave placid adventures, intentional spontaneities, affectionate conversations, long gazes, and beautiful moments with each other — lengthy or brief.
With you, I can only think of mornings of bliss, your body beside me, warm and sated from tender loving, afternoons of intentional planning and achievement of goals, stealing breaks and vacations, nights of whispered affirmations and steamy sex.
The one, only, and last person I'd French-kiss, sustain hickeys from, be slutty with, fuck in the shower, on the kitchen table, in the car, bathe with, sleep with, cook for, cry with, laugh with, plan with, have and raise babies with, love, die with, fuck with, dine with — my heartthrob.
I want you, I need you, I love you, and I’ll have it no other way.
Always.
❤️💕
