Why do you have to make it so difficult to give you your space? I will give you what you want but damn, you sure don’t make it easy on me.
Yes, I know….you didn’t do anything. Not on purpose.
All you did was stand there and look fucking AMAZING…effortlessly.
Blue is already my favorite color. Blue already makes me think of you. And that shade of blue on you…..WOW!
It’s times like this when I wish I could just walk right up to you, wrap my arms around your neck and pull you close, and tell you in whispers and kisses just how handsome I think you look.
And that would be right before I began to undress you, unbuttoning that vibrant shirt as a way to show my appreciation for the way it accents your already desirable form.
I am adding that shirt to my “request list”. Just please don’t wear it with the khaki pants or I may not be able to restrain myself from physically touching you.
Have you even been thinking about me at all? If so, it would be nice to know that. Maybe you could tell me? Just for a minute? A momentary “reprieve of space”, if you will.
If not, that’s ok, too.