Some are pure, gentle and innocent and it can seem obscene for desire to be soothing
For desire to be delicate
For desire to be calm
To be peaceful.
My fragrance longs to be inhaled
My breathing craves synchronicity
My heartbeat to be heard and cherished from the boundary of my skin
And my limbs to be wrapped around the most tender and loving person I will ever know.
I want the little things, all the little things, one after another, after another, after another …
I want lazy Sundays discussing the papers
I want hot tubs with champagne on wild coastlines
I want soft blankets and fires and lots and lots and lots of soft, long kissing
I want to be wined and dined on random weekends away
I want picnics and daytime naps by rivers with hands resting on soft bellies
I want laughter lines and wrinkled nose rubbing because we can and we are bloody giddy, idiots
I want stolen kisses on rowboats and I want countless stolen touches, just to check they are still real, still there, still alive, still near
I want someone to read aloud to me and bore me with their interests, over and over and I want to hear their favourite stories repeatedly and hide the fact that I already know the punchline because true love does that, true love makes things cute and bearable
I want to wake up with someone gazing at me with good fortune in their eyes and magic in the air and splendid, wispy kisses to wake me from my slumber into the beautiful love filled reality
I want awkward proclamations and “I saw this and thought of you” messages
I want my dogs and children to be cherished and adored because they are me too
I want to age disgracefully with a mischievous and ridiculous soul mate
I want to slow dance in the hall and pause to savour the moment
I want a part-time lover and full-time friend
I want all the hugs- long, short, hard and soft
I want the forehead kisses and to be cherished with joy and occasional disbelief and humble gratitude.
The little things, I want many little things.
Love is always hiding in the tender – the tender little things.
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