Hmm. Wish you would come to bed. Open the door to find me impatiently waiting for you, as i lay back, formally dressed in the comforter. I'd watch, eagerly as you slowly stepped towards the foot of the bed. You'd lean forward, placing a hand on either side of my calves. Showing patience and control, you'd slowly walk your hands up to my knees before lifting your knees and placing them on either side of my feet. You'd look up to me, deep into my eyes. As much as I'd want to sit up to greet you, I'd also be afraid that if i moved, i might miss what happens next. With no idea what's coming, i still know i don't want to miss it…