“I love you. I love your strength. Your confidence. How you no longer let anyone make you feel small and stand up for those around you. I love your laughter. Your smile. How contagious and captivating they are. I love your body. The way it feels wrapped around mine. How it moves, whether through daily routines or sheet soaking passion. The smattering of freckles and moles. The little stretch marks and scars that show how life has marked and shaped you. I love how it responds to a word, a kiss, a touch. The way you blush and tremble. I love your beauty. Ever changing though never diminishing. I love your dreams. Your wants. Your aspirations. The future I hope we’ll share. I love your taste. The morning coffee, or the evening toothpaste, and every flavour of your kisses. I love the salt. The sweat. The pleasure running down your thighs. I love your lips. Pretty and plump and perfect against mine, between my teeth, my breasts, my legs. I love your silliness. Your humor. Your wit. I love your voice. Soft and lilting. The simple pleasure of listening to you talk about your day. How it resounds through me as you lay on my chest and the pleasant chills it causes. I love your I love you’s, the moans against my mouth that I feel right down to my toes, and your ”Oh fuck don’t stop!” filling the room. I love your hands. Held in mine. Fingers through my hair. The tender touches that flutter, and tease, and caress. The scratching, grasping, grabbing, and fucking. Hands that comfort and hold and mark. I love the way you feel. The way you touch. The way you love. The way you fit into my life with your soft curves and fill it with contentment and passion. I love you. I love you.”
— (via thetalkingguineapig)
Amoooo...so cute😭😚💖
