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drunkenly stumbling through snow-covered streets, her hand wrapped in mine wrapped in a hand-knit froggie mit. "we're so cutsie wootsie" whispered close enough to my ear to negate any mushiness of the moment and send electricity coursing through my limbs.
As she told me stories over the public private party, all i could think of were the curves of her lips, the softness of her skin and though i listened with all intensity and truely DID hear the stories
windowsil
elevator
many futures to come
We jumped off the bus and i stared up at the crystal pieces shimmering past the streetlamp.
this is too tender a description for how i couldn't keep my hands off her and slammed her against the door to the building. fumbling with keys and hands and fingers and lips wanting more than outside and frosbite would allow.
"would my lips help that frosbite?" She shouldn't have worn the skirt but it was WELL worth it.
Once inside the doorway, we contemplated kicking the babysitters out of her home and doing what was necessary but it didn't seem ...
we were already there. there was a wall and a surface and i was suddenly on my knees pulling her underwear aside. The hallway light shimmering down on me, the cold window to the ouside world with the cars and backlane
and somehow this still doesn't do it justice.
"don't let me be the one with [reason]" momentarily stopping me.
"why not??" Not valid reason so i continued on until
"i can't stand" and it suddenly became clear it was time to send home the babysitters and actually go IN to the apartment.
the babysitters home, babies in their appropriate places, all snuggled and sleeping. i couldn't manage to keep my lips to myself and she was sprawled between a doorway, gripping walls and trying not to fall over. Succumbing to the weak in her knees, she filled the doorway with unkempt screams and hours of what i have no words for followed by the word "wow" repeated over and over and over.
some day i will be able to do this more justice but for now the coles notes will have to do.
for me.
for you.
for this.
there are no words for the places we've been. in hallways and windowsills and doorways and walking down the street covered in fresh falling snow.
i know you inside and out and i have discovered many places i never knew.
i can't wait to see the places i will discover that i never knew existed.
i can't wait to feel the places i only imagined existed.
i am "waiting in the wings with baited breath" for the wonder that is the growing you.