She makes me feel like I’m floating on a cloud, like I’m high, high, high in the sky, like there’s not a problem around, not a single one to be found. The way my heart beats at the thought of her, the way my breath deepens and expands when I feel her kiss… and when I feel her touch. Her touch nurses my weary heart, calms my body and soothes my soul. I am whole already, but with her I am whole and more, like an overflowing bowl of spaghetti – the exact type you’d wanna eat. We speak a silent language of glance and touch, smile and hug, spank and fuck. Sarah courses through my veins and owns a billboard in my brain – cannot escape, nor do I want to, for what purpose would that serve? Home is where the heart is and my heart was always here, and now I’m back from out-of-town, and I hope the back door stays unlocked for many years to come.
Her eyes and her smile are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, and those genes, of those jeans, the way they hug her perfect booty. Those genes, those jeans, I want those genes; those jeans on the floor, on the floor, I want those genes. The chemistry is magnetic, and the safety and security feels fantastic, like the most relaxing doona, like the comfiest place on earth; rest my head on her lap until the end of the earth. Around her I can breathe deep, around her I feel safe. I want to build her a house and protect her from the cold. She is amazing and I’m struggling to describe the way she makes me feel inside.