Ballerina

sleepingtigers:

Is it too much to ask for kisses on my ankles before I fall asleep? Is it okay if I rub your back for you and close my eyes and feel comforted and eased because I know how that touch feels, I will even let you fall asleep before I do. I just want a hand on my waist while I bake at 3 in the morning, you know my urges. I want both hands. I want fingers imprinted into my skin with a kiss on the back of my shoulder that says “I’m up, it’s early as hell and some part of you is insane for finding this the time to cook, but god do I love you.” I just want to hear that my butt looks cute in those undies. I want one of your shirts to be tossed over to me when I’m changing and there’s no sliver of light coming through the blinds anymore. I want a kiss on my tummy while I’m up late reading and for you to fall asleep with your head against it because I can always feel my heartbeat just there. I just want you to put up with the orchestras and symphonies that will clearly be blasting loud enough to keep your eyelids from drooping just because I get those moods. Those moods come a lot. I just want you to run my bath water. I want you to crawl in with me. Okay? And I just want my hair to be played with after we shower, even if it’s only for a few minutes. That’s alright. Braid it a few times. Let the water drip between your fingers, just don’t let it travel down my back. You should know I don’t like that. Maybe some days I could come home from work and you could wrap me up nice and snug and even if I beg to let go you refuse because lovins are just more important. Just don’t do that when the cookies are ready. Because I will be upset. I want you to let me see your ankles, and accept that I will comment your knees or your hands more than you will care to understand. I open my eyes when I kiss. I do that a lot. Just be okay with it. Look back sometimes. Just accept that some nights are classy nights and they do require expensive wines and unrealistic shopping binges for more hot chocolate even though it’s already in the cupboard. Realize that I will come home with a new blanket at least once a week. Curl up with me in it. Cozy is never a bad thing. Kiss me when your friends are around alright? Just do that. Because I like that. Please be okay with the fact that I talk a lot. I talk so much. I can talk for days on end. Just listen. Listen to me because sometimes I just get these cravings to ramble for the rest of my life. And you are loved if you get to see it. That means I love you okay. Just never let me fall asleep cold. Never let me fall asleep unhappy, and especially not hungry (though of course I will take care of that).