ellafordbooks: I sometimes wish that you could see through my eyes, that you could see yourself how
ellafordbooks: I sometimes wish that you could see through my eyes, that you could see yourself how I see you, that you could feel what I feel when I look at you. When you say that you don’t like your feet, that you’re ashamed to be touched there, to be adored there, that it makes you uncomfortable… I wish I had the words to set you straight, to make you realize what I know with more certainty than I ever felt. I wish that I could make you feel the power you have over me. I wish that you knew the thoughts that the sight of your toes conjures within me, the breathless urges that you incite, the hot warmth that blooms between my legs when my hand brushes your sole or you rest your legs over mine. I wish you knew things I want to do… Would you be appalled? Surprised? Excited? Would you tell me to serious, to grow up, to stop being silly…? Or would your mind spin off in directions never considered? Would you find yourself fixated, as I am, on the things we could do together, the sensations we could explore? I yearn to find out, but I’m scared to know. So when you say that you don’t like your feet - well, I respectfully disagree. -- source link