to have and to hold…
I need one of those slow-seduction 4-hour-long make out sessions. With hands in hair and fingers in mouths and the rhythm of heavy breathing. With kisses that escalate and lead to more kisses, hips grinding, harder kisses. Kisses that drift into smiles that drift into gentle kisses on cheeks and eyelids. Where the fuck am I what time is it dear lord have mercy the universe is at it’s knees kind of kisses. I need my heart in my throat and you pressed against me, throbbing, breathless, here.
There’s only one thing on my mind today.
Bunny is blissfully checked out.
I’ll be in la-la land if you need me.
My self care day was a huge success. After my triumphant morning achievements I proceeded to kick ass at circus school. I was super fucking strong today, everything felt right when my hands were on that hoop. In just 4 weeks I’ve caught up to the level I was at before the accident. Which means next week I get to start learning new tricks again!
Other awesome things:
And now? An epsom salt bath for my aching muscles, a big joint and Pulp Fiction cuddled on the couch with hubs.
SELF-CARE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!
After circus school she introduced me to strawberry daiquiri sorbet and then we went to her place and snuggled on her couch and talked and talked and talked.
I like the way we inch closer and closer until we’re tangled up nose to nose entwined. She teased that she was climbing me like the silks, we giggled imagining x-rated uses for circus skills.
It’s nice to be next to her.
"You’ll say it’s really good to see you
you’ll say I missed you horribly
you’ll say let me carry that
here give that to me
and you will take the heavy stuff
and you will drive the car
and I’ll look out the window and make jokes
about the way things are.”
-You Had Time, Ani DiFranco