bare shoulders and blissful eyes

we were lying in bed the other morning, and he said, "this is one of my favorite ways to be with you." and i knew what he meant but i still said, "oh, i'm sure!" and wiggled my hips in a way that emphasized we were, you know, hooked up down there. he kind of rolled his eyes and so i patted his cheek and smiled and said, "i'm just playing. it's one of mine too, you know."

and what we both meant was, knowing the full body feel of your beloved while seeing just enough of them, bare shoulders, face, eyes, to really and totally get how naked and wonderfully exposed you are together, nothing hidden, bodies joined in a quiet, pure connection, the whole world turned into an understanding embrace.

if we'd had all day, we could have stayed that way for hours. but there were things that had to get done, so we both knew it could only last so long.

of course, once you're in that position, feeling that way with each other, there's almost no way to work up the willpower you need to leave each other's arms and go do something else.

you're kind of forced to bang each other's brains out first.

which, we did.

xoxo,

claire