Pink Eskimo

Flashback – long ass hiring committee meetings however, best part was getting to know you better. Mysterious and intriguing; use of big words that I actually know definition just never heard in a sexy connotation. An intellectual mind that stimulates me in ways beyond verbs and adjectives. You look better in our purple pinned striped pants and a shimy known only to you, incapable of reproduction or impersonating. A smile and look that I have been blessed with of total adoration or I said something funny during one of many tangents. Climbing on top of your Pilot to adjust a bag full of air amidst harrowing traffic and car of unsuspecting boys. Nurturing a small hope of flame, PBR, ducks, retainer, and eye mask affording me the fantasy of sweet sixteen and Molly Ringwald. More pasta and red wine consumption I’ve ever experienced and your insatiable love of cheesecake making it a mutual satisfying venture. Clean sheets, plethora of scents, soft skin and beautiful energy comforting me warmth and security. Your eyes easy and dreamy, velvet lips, bubblegum tongue, and amazing deep kisses. A smile in between hellos and a pause to kiss your nose. Long fingers and strong hands to hold mine. A bear hug to render me still and relax my beating heart, silence during breath sounds for synchronicity. That kiss and first I love you before turning towards your week goodbye weaken me in my knees and fluttered my senses. The fine line between love and hate. I tripped. I am so sorry I let you down repeatedly. I hurt you. I hurt myself.