It’s those times that we just stop and look at each other. We don’t breathe in that moment, just stare. Those times we just connect. In tune with each other.
I can’t describe the way that he holds me that makes me feel so safe and secure. Maybe it’s the way his heart beats through his chest, maybe it’s the way he plays with my hair.
His hands are rough in contrast to my skin. I can feel every touch he makes.His lips are so soft I could kiss him forever.
There is nothing warmer than pressing your face into the nape of his neck, feeling his arms contract around you. No words. Just listening to each others movements.
I try and learn every scar, every bump, explore every bone and every muscle. Simply taking in the geography of his body.
I should be in the now, but instead I just think about all the ways I could fuck it up. I try and treat every time I see him like it’s the last.
I wonder what he would say if I ever told him…
“Fanny sucked dry by a leach”
I AM SO IMMATURE!
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My face when I found out we have Milo
How to make my Milo:
-Fill a cup with Milo
-Put three drops of milk in
-Consume
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