Meh!

I want the chance to come home
to you someday,
ruffle your hair,
and laugh.
Laughing at the happiness I'll feel.
The comfort with which your arm will slide it's way around my hips,
and your mouth will cover me with soft kisses in greeting
how even after all this time,
just the smell of you is enough
to make my breath catch.
And right now??
All I really want
is to dance,
slow with you
your hands grazing  my waist,
and the eyes in your big head
filled with something kinder
than fear, or indifference.
something... nice?
like when you're eyes do the smiling..
and my lips can't help but spread at the sight..
And anything
sounds better if it's with you.
Lying on the couch..
watching the history channel,
well.. watching anything really.
your arms wrapped tightly around my middle
hugging me close.
just... hugging me.
My head resting on your chest,
heavy lidded eyes looking at you,
And I'm So close that I can
smell the soap on your skin,
your very pheromones
clouding my mind,
fogging my senses.
and we can delight in the sensitive feeling
of our skin mingling,
And feel your lips whispering
song lyrics in my ear real soft.
And just feel contented,
to be lying with you.
being with you.
And I know I would be.
And I can see myself
beside you almost indefinitely...
Even when you become a creepy old man,
and all I'm left with is a crazy old lady fro..
I can just see myself always coming home to you,
always laughing,
as I run my fingers through your hair
and give you hello kisses.