More than I love most people. Besides a small group of people I do love more than baking. :)
Haha yer cute. AND YES I KNOW. It’s 25.5 hours away Hahahaha.
I don’t necessarily want to become in touch with my own body. I do, however, want my body to be in tune with yours. I want my skin to know the every scratch that bursts through the surface of yours. I want my skin to take note of your every beauty mark. Allow my skin to introduce itself to yours. I want to know every scar upon your cheek, every nick upon your freshly shaven jaw. I want to assign makes to your every freckle like scientists to constellations. I want to inspect every goosebump, every hair that sticks up when my skin touches yours. I want to count the beats of your heart that quickens as ours meet, as I move closer. I want to whisper deep into your soul like trees whisper to the night outside your bedroom window. I need to feel the scratch of hour chin against mine. I want to know your every curve and groove and quirk and imperfection. I want to know all your hiding places. Won’t you take me? Take me in? Allow my skin to introduce itself to yours in ways it hasn’t before? You are the most beautiful sculpture but you are expensive and heavy; for I am weak, I cannot carry you. I cannot afford you. It doesn’t make me admire you less- I am looking for you to be the main attraction in my gallery. Won’t you be? The one and only attraction? They’ll come from far and wide to see what we can do. But you are hardly looking at me, barely seeing me, hardly listening to my proposals. Your dark, cold marble eyes stare into me as I try to make you see how truly marvelous you are. You make me feel truly marvelous, do you ever marvel at me? Ah, but I am not your focus. I am not your goal. Mine is not the gallery you wish to stay within forever, or even any extended period of time. You want me to let you in, to admire you, to adore you, but you’ll move to the next gallery once the next buyer makes an offer.