The intimacy of his touch. The intimacy of his kiss. I want so more than sex. I want the closeness of his body against mine.

We can be weird as fuck. Kick seriousness to the curb. Lie in bed and talk about inconsequential things.

Laugh with him, till our sides ache.

Sing to him, til he begs me to stop.

Experience every moment with him. Whether its happy times or sad times.

Most of all, as long as he knows I am with him in all things, our love can be an adventure!


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