Nine Days
The days on a calendar go painstakingly slow. It's been four weeks since I have last seen him. The yearning for intimacy has never been stronger. From the touch of his skin... the sweet kisses... to the gentleness of his heart.... my chest tightens thinking of our pending reunion.When I am with him, time stands still and the world stops spinning. There are no worries, outside distractions, or any matters that need tending to. He's my drug. I'm happily, helplessly, and hopelessly in love.
Nine more days cannot come soon enough.
posted by Brettcajun at Tuesday, September 28, 2010
14 Comments:
Pass the insulin please.
Glad for you. Know the wait will be worth it.
Awww, how beautiful is this!
yep, you are in love, mind body and soul. how wonderful for you!
I am so happy for you.
Will he read this himself? Does he realise how fortunate he is to have you? I hope these nine days pass swiftly.
We want all the dirty, dirty details.
At least my insulin is kicking in so I can read your posts about Mr. Man.
Gonna try a long distance thing, eh?
Nice for you. I'm living some like you. Enjoy!
This made me smile - and I badly needed to smile.
hmmm....lovey-dovey Brett is almost as annoying as Ranting Brett. ...just in a different way. :)
I kid......I kid......
Have you been listening to a lot of Debby Boone lately?
Rent the "RENT" sound track and play "1000 Sweet Kisses" over and over until he gets there...
I think the real title is "I'll Cover You"... but not sure...
anyway you get the picture, think of this time as TANTRIC and boy will he reap the benefits once Mr. Mister arrives :-)
Dude, that is a hideous shirt.
Awww, you's a smitten kitten!
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