I hover with my face just above his, I can’t trust myself to touch him in the moment because I want to crash into and through him with teeth and bone and blood and the hardness of clashing steel. And even though I am soft, really, all tender and smooth flesh that gives and bends, I am afraid that I will really hurt him.
I want to write a lot in the calm after meeting bambi yesterday (calm because it is the morning of the next day, and he is still in bed (in the spare bedroom, to clarify…)), but my thoughts are all scattered. Good-scattered though, all snippets of lovely things that I am not able to grab a firm hold of just yet.
There is a really strong attraction between us, which was my biggest ‘if’
I want to post something brimming with enthusiasm and excitement, but I am so very aware of how my last meeting turned out that I am hesitant to bring you along just in case there is disappointment coming.
On the other hand… if I must suffer, then SO MUST YOU, so here goes!!! *laugh*
It arrived at his house after he left on his travels and getting it to him had been an issue.
He finally got it today.
He sent me nearly 20 photos of him opening it: He knows I like to see his face. They start off incredibly silly and the tenor of them changes as he opens the package, the box, the bag, and then when he puts … Continue Reading
There is a thing he does that works for me, and interestingly, it is most evident when I mention something that is *not* working. Then he gets a little frustration with himself for not being/saying/doing what I want, and he reaches for it, wanting to understand what happened. He turns it over in his head and worries at it. His desire to unravel it and get it right is like a solid thing between us, … Continue Reading