My Favorite Thing

My favorite thing about him is how I lose track of time when I’m with him. I get lost with him and his immense need for touch. Not just sexual touch, but gotta-be-near-you touch.

I understand that hunger, that thirst, that innate need for closeness. Say less. There’s just bodies entangled. There’s his head on my chest, my hands drawing circles on his back.

Our conversation roaring. His voice vibrating on my breasts. There’s him holding my stomach as we both laugh… the little movement there as we both laugh, that, that is my favorite thing

The way we kind of just fall into each other comfortably. The safety and security. There are no worries when he’s in my sight giving me all his attention and tactile expression.

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