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You’re so hot.
You’re so hot.
Things I think about when I imagine a home with you:
Goats so we can have goat’s milk and cheese even though I can’t enjoy it. At least I can use the goat milk soap.
A garden with a rotten wooden fence that smells like leather tack and red delicious apples
A king bed with lot of pillows
Big, eastern-facing windows
Egg-producing chickens
Many pets
Curtains, not blinds
A kitchen that is always full of food
Our own studios
Dry, creaking wood floors
Too much art
Books, books, records, books
SEX and lots of it
Candlelight
A hot tub, obviously
We keep joking that we have toxo-plasmosis, the cat litter disease. I keep wondering if we are laying the framework for all the ways we are about to jump off a cliff together.
Daddy?
Let’s keep texting each other our Co-Star reading every morning, even when we wake up in the same bed.
I promise to suck your cock any time you ask for it, unless I’ve just eaten.
Your belt buckle says Wyoming, but you keep calling it your “Montana” belt.
If you ever invite me to spend a holiday with your family, I promise to:
Take one to two naps per day, esp if people start watching sports.
Disappear without notice when people start reminiscing.
Help with the dishes.
Play with the kids and try to sit at the kids’ table.
To just say, “it’s complicated” if anybody asks about my family, past, or tattoos.
Try to fuck you at inappropriate times in inappropriate places.
You gave me a backrub after cooking me a steak and I almost started crying, I was so happy.
My intuitive understanding of you is a gift.
You understand me with your entire body.
Let’s communicate in scents.