Come sit with me
Come sit beside me, lay with me and hold my hand. Lift my hair from the back of my neck and kiss my skin. I had no idea how much I liked that until he did it. It’s tremendous what two people can teach eachother and the things you might discover about yourself while tangled in their grasp. I feel safe there, wanting so badly to never leave his arms, making a home in the nooks of his elbows. Never have I felt such an incredible touch, I can’t emphases that more. My body feels slight shocks when he begins to touch me as if I haven’t been touched in years, ‘electic feels’. Making me feel alive and desperate for his finger tips. His mind is brilliant, constantly running on thoughts, thinking things through with contemplation and reason. I’m just as turned on by his mind as I am his body. I could listen to this man speak all night and enjoy every second of it. Knowing that he will explain, elaborate and contribute to all of my questions and comments. I want just that. I want to talk to him all night for the rest of our lives until we’re both old bags of bones, wearing matching sweaters, sitting in our rocking chairs. And I’m not scared. I’m not scared to commit myself to him becuase when I look at him I know he will satisfy all my desires, wants and needs. A feeling of ‘all knowing’ washes over me, a wave of security and desire crashes into me.
