Thoughts

The morning sun teases my skin as I walk alone along the windy beach path, its warmth eases my thoughts, bringing me peace, clarity, and blessing me with little kisses. I wonder about him, us, this journey and this life together. I think and reminisce about every hurdle, hurt, lie, and every single glory we have achieved. The next chapter, the next leg is now propelling us into deeper waters, and all I can do as I watch the waves shine against the sunrise is pray that we not just survive but that he and I thrive.

He has me writing my every desire, every vision, want and wish for us in hopes that the world I create may come true. I end up more times than not undressing him and ravishing his body with my tongue till he’s begging to fuck me, or vice versa. I don’t know if that is proper ‘writing or wishes’ but it brings me joy. Isn’t that the point of everything in life is to be happy and joyous as much as possible, I think so.

I left him sleeping, the sheet was barely covering his body, he kept me up late last night, and maybe I should have woken him up with sex, but I needed this moment. Plus secretly I am hoping to walk in the house and see him cooking us breakfast. That is a sexy ass sight that always turns me on. Nothing better than tasting his fingers as he cooks, or teasing him while he’s focused, and it’s sexy as hell sitting in his lap feeding him what he cooked us, as he feeds me.