Every time I’m laying in bed, alone, I close my eyes and all I can think of is you. The way you light up my world when you smile at me. The way you smell when you use that perfume I bought you. Your perfect little laugh when I tell a dumb joke. The way your soft, smooth, warm skin feels against mine when we entwine our bodies together. The taste of your lips, the hot sweet wetness between your legs.
I think of you and I ache for you. I remember and I fantasize. I remember every touch, kiss, lick, and drink I’ve experienced of you. And I fantasize of every way I want all of you until the end of my days. Days unfolding into weeks that stretch into years of being able to pleasure and tease and fulfill our desires in a tangle of hot sweaty salty skin.