• Know Me

    by  • November 18, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Hope • 2 Comments

    I have this recurring fantasy of the perfect Sunday morning. We wake up beside each other, smiling, having sex. You love my wrists and my ankles and my spine, your hands are everywhere, all over. I get up, throw on your shirt and make us eggs and coffee. We eat in bed, reading the newspaper, laughing at stupid articles, kissing, enjoying each other. Maybe we’ll take a shower together later, or go for a walk. I’d be perfectly happy with anything really, even cleaning (and that means a lot coming from me). I imagine us doing the most ordinary things, but in the most extraordinary ways. Everything with laughter, and smiles, and kisses and love.

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    2 Responses to Know Me

    1. kristin
      November 18, 2011 at 4:13 pm

      Nice.




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    2. Melissa
      November 21, 2011 at 1:58 pm

      This is exactly what I wanted from my previous relationship, but never did have it. You said it exactly how I feel, and have given me hope to keep looking, and not regret my decision about ending my previous relationship. Thank you




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