You know, I always thought it was your perfect Riker beard that made me swoon, but in recent months, God it's been that hair of yours.
When I ask you if your hair is messy today, you say a quiet "a little bit" or "its always messy." I think for me, since knowing you and being with you, my biggest fantasy hasn't just been the amazing sex, but rest. God, just rest with you. Rest with you laying on me, my hands and nails in your hair, your eyes heavy and so sleepy, like the sleepy bear you are.
You just turned 50. I am going to turn 46 next month, and honestly baby, I'm just tired. Tired of this frantic world, this hectic life, the pile of demands on us that just gets heavier and heavier.
So tonight, come to me. Come to me you beautiful, sleepy-eyed burdened man and rest on me. Let me put you to sleep with all the words I don't have the courage to say in person because of what life has done to us over the years.
Tonight, I'm just completely, and utterly yours.
Tonight, you are my impossible peace.