the darkest blue eyes i ever did see are haunting me.

sipping on crown
cause i miss the taste of nibbling it off of his bottom lip

intense stares and grins.
"what?"
"you. just you. you're something else, baby."
is a repeating pattern these days

one i could get used to,
like snuggling into one of his comfortable shirts.
like nudging his jawbone with my nose as i burrow into his neck.

like his faint taste of tobacco and whiskey.
like the smell of his workshirt when he gets to come home to me.
like rough and tumble play,
like the small noises he makes when i touch him ever so gently.
like feeling completely safe with him, always.
like wanting to be there,
be faithful.

make love,
Make it last.