The eighty-seventh thing I love about us is being right in the midst and seeing a tiny bead of sweat form and glide down your throat into the hollow between your collarbones before it falls loose to bless my skin with a tiny splash of you.
Dang! My girlfriend did THREE bloggings in a row ... and two of them were poems! Meanwhile I barely ever write poems because I kinda suck at...
This is like 90-something % "oh wow, hot!" and another something % "ew, sweaty, gross ..."
ReplyDeleteBut I 100% love that you love it!