Intertwined

One of my most favorite things to do with the one I love is to sleep or just lay in bed with them; I believe that this little activity is one of everyone's favorite things to do with their love. It's the purest expression of intimacy in my opinion. It also requires trust and warmth and openness, at least that is how I perceive it. Oh, yeah, have I told you about my phobia yet? I hate to be touched by mistake by strangers, or rubbed against them in crowded buses.

The best moments are when the legs get all tangled up together. Intertwined. When he slips one of his legs between mine, kind of like making sure I am still there or kind of like unconsciously trying to keep me there. Or when I curl up into him. The legs still tangled up. It's literally like there's nothing left around, the world disappears and it's just two. and sometimes after I fall asleep I wake up for just one second, and half asleep I search with my legs for his legs, and after I find them and touch them with my legs I feel like I could really rest, I mean peaceful, like there's no worry in the whole world. It's safe. And warm. And mine.

I miss tangled up legs very much.


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Also, today I was reminded how much I love seahorses. Twice. The first reminder came from a friend from Stumble and the second came from Brett, he said he will get me one. And you know by now that he likes to and does get me such things...