One day my love
I am so in love with the idea of being in love with you. Holding hands, laying my head on your chest. Kissing your stomach. Listening to you ramble. Doing that weird thing you like where I squeeze your fingertips as hard as I can, so that it releases the stress from your mind and body. Seeing you smile as I do a funny dance for you. My naked body, unabashedly free for your gaze. I am so in love with the idea of loving you. I want to be the reason you laugh and smile, the reason you moan in pleasure. I am in love with the idea of being your source of love and happiness. A reason to take time from your work just for me. Using your own words to me, when you imagined your face nestled between my breasts, what a bliss that would be. I am so in love with the idea of loving you. If only I could tell you, but I am afraid that you will run away from me, like the young boys in grade school. I have a tendency to love hard, it can be too much for some people. I hope it is just right for you.