For Vanilla Sunday:
“Sexy” is not just a big bust, or a fat ass or long legs. You are sexy. The entirety of You, You in every detail, every moment and in every way.
Sexy is the way you look at me in the morning, as if you wanted only me. It’s the way your shirt lifts up when you stretch and rub your eyes to get the sleep out, showing off just a bit of your midriff.
It’s in the way you walk to the refrigerator, the subtle swaying of your hips. You know exactly what you’re looking for, and you’re upset when you find out I ate it. Whoops. Sorry, I was really hungry for a snack and it was the only thing in the fridge not labeled “gluten free”. We’ll just toss all that anyways, clearly you don’t like it and neither do I. Why do we even have that in there? It was probably your cousin Betty who stayed over for half a week. Fucking Betty.
No, not fucking Betty, I mean we never had a thing, it was just one time where she slipped coming out of the shower and I had to help her up. I mean what was I supposed to do, just leave her there? For the last time, I swear we’re just friends. I mean why did you even invite her over here then? Jeez.
There it is again, that look in your eyes. It’s the fire-y no nonsense attitude, and the inevitably intense angry sex that comes immediately after, and then the makeup sex in the morning. God you always knew how to give a fuck, literally and figuratively.
But it’s that you care, you care enough to be upset, and you are angry for me, and with me. The little purring noises you make when you’re being cuddled just right, the quiet murmurs where you try to talk just before you’re about to knock out for the night.
The enthusiasm for all things Cat, even though I’ve always hated cats. For you, I’ll bear it.
Let’s talk about what makes you sexy. I’m not interested in a character, or a fantasy. You are a person, and a sexy person at that. As a matter of fact, you ARE sex. And if I were there right now… the things I’d do to you. Vanilla things. No, no really, Vanilla things I swear. Damn it Brain. This is supposed to be a vanilla post.
Okay okay. No really though. You’re a sexy beast. Tell me about yourself. I’m willing to bet that you’re beautiful. And I only bet on things i know i'll win. I'm up a beer and four scoops of ice cream.
Submitted May 18, 2015 at 06:39AM by NYControl http://ift.tt/1dcGSKn dirtypenpals
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