So many times I wonder how I got so lucky. Just staring at your hand resting casually against my hip while you sleep — I get shivers and can’t stop kissing you. You don’t even know I’m kissing you because you’re so deep into Neverland.
I love smelling the carbon dioxide you exhale. I actually time my breaths so when you’re breathing out, I’m breathing in.
When you tell me I make you happy… nothing compares to that. You see me literally squirm in happiness because there’s too much inside; I’m like Blanka wagging her tail when we get home from work. It’s the same feeling I get when you squeeze my thigh while you drive instead of slapping it and pinching it. It’s the same feeling I get when you really kiss me instead of licking my face with your stinky tongue, or blow a raspberry when our lips touch.
I guess it’s a good thing you act like such a nincompoop 98% of the time. If you were any sweeter, I’d just fucking die.
Too Much Happy in My Body,
Hilo and I made out all morning.
Then he created a Druid, while I curled my body around him and fell back to sleep.
I was awakened by a very smelly fart, and very quiet giggles.
Last night was wonderful. When I saw you keep running your fingers through your hair, I really got chills wishing they were part of my hands. I’ve never yearned for you so badly… well, that’s a lie. It’s always there, like a sleeping monster under everything. It just rumbled a little louder and rolled over with us last night.
I tried to pretend my monitor was just a box, and you were finally tangible, but I was too lazy to get off the bed. I think at one point, I woke up and groggily walked over and kissed your head before falling back to sleep. Or maybe I was dreaming. Even though I knew better, I was still disappointed by how cold and glassy you felt against my lips and fingertips. I can’t wait for that feeling to be replaced by supple skin and handfuls of your clothing with your smell washing over me. I can’t wait for me to wrap my arms around the back of your head to pull you into me, my nose buried in your hair, my fingers winding through and a leg curled and hooked around yours.
I’m happy you’re sleeping more, baby. I might even tame you enough to get you to sleep in the bed, but I think that’s a bit wishful. I’ll try, though ♥
I Need You,
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