This is so damn sexy!
Thinking about you right now, wishing we were in the shower together, my fingers running along your sexy bare skin…
…because listening to this just reminds me of you and me, baby.
Baby, would I love to see you like this…
Counting down the hours till I see your face again; till I touch your skin and feel your tender lips against mine.
Believe me, it is one heck of a long wait.
We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you; there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all. Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours.– Beethoven, letters to the Immortal Beloved.
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if I look– Pablo Neruda
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
I wish you are doing this when you think of me…
What else can I possibly do except wait for you to be back? Just as well, if absence does make the heart fonder, as they say.
I can’t get mad at you for anything; you already know I loved you since we met 2 years ago, and I guess everything there is today is my fault in one way or another.
But if you can believe it, we have a good thing going, and I don’t ever want it to stop, kiddo, and the key word here’s “ever”.
Just so you know.