You and I and Sunday's

I don't know why but Sunday's really get me thinking about us. I imagine us here, enjoying coffee together, listening to our favorite music, reading cuddled up next to one another on the couch. Showering together in a way that is guaranteed to lead to more.

I imagine making you dinner and you coming up behind me, your hands on my waist and your lips on my neck. I know how wet I'll get and I'll have to finish what I'm doing before we can take care of it. And I know you do it as purposeful torment.

I imagine being on my knees at your feet, pleasuring you in return for all of the ways you pleasure me.

Laying in bed at night, talking about the week ahead, making our plans, savoring the life we've made outside of the bedroom as much as we savor our life inside the bedroom. Going to sleep in your arms is something I know I am going to cherish, the feeling of safety that comes with it.

The love I'm able to imagine is not one I am afraid of in these moments.

Updated...later...same Sunday

I am so restless for you today. I want to talk to you. I want you to tell me to have patience. I am aching for you today in a way I haven't ached in a long time. I'd prefer the crop to this pain.