Dear June,
Thought about writing a letter about bending you over the couch or dominating you in some other way. Thought about telling you how I'll wrap my fingers in your hair and take you.
Except you already know those things cross my mind from time to time.
Thought about writing you a romantic letter and talk about how good you smell. Talk about burying my nose in your neck and whispering things that will make you hair stand on end in a good way.
Thought about all those things and more but doing none of it here.
Still think you need to let yourself melt into my arms because you fit there like they were made for you and maybe they were.
Life is a hell of a ride and we never know what lies in front, behind or underneath us.
Go back to the beginning and we said that we'd always feel a certain way. I am not going to comment on whether that is true, false or a mix of the two. Not going to comment on circumstances or how we can decide to act or not.
Just going to say this age we are at sounded old to me then, not ancient but old and now...it doesn't.
Old enough to know a few things but young enough to still have lots to do and think it is possible.
Possibilities...Got to love possibilities.
Still plan on drinking a bottle of ketchup for you. ;)
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