You are on my noodle, R Hottie. Contact me.
I last heard from you last week Wednesday morning. You liked my art on FB a couple days ago.
Thanks for the bread crumbs, much? You don’t come across to me as the fuckboy type.
According to the advice from platonic male friends, or as Chris Rock would call them “Dicks in glass cases”, you aren’t ready.
Oh you know.. just daydreaming.
I want to kiss you, feel our bodies warmth–our touch. I want to fall and rise in love with my best friend. Ride off into the sunset together and come home to each other. I want a family, sure I do–whether it ends up just being me and you or miracles of our own, I am happy. Whatever happens to either one of us or both of us we are each other’s support system. Let’s get married and love each other in every way possible. Kiss my entire body. Kiss your entire body. Worship our bodies. Nourish each other’s souls. Faithful, loyal, trust and sheer will is in my blood–offer me the same.
Be absolutely ridiculously happy.