this is what i want to do:
i want to run you a bath and surround it with candles and and pour sweet smelling oils into it.
i want to wash your hair and back and whisper sweet stories in the dark to you.
i want to show you the stars and constellations and tell you their names.
i want to name one after you.
i want to name them all after you.
i want to paint you, and sculpt you, and i want to scribble filthy words all over your naked body with a thick, red, magic marker.
i want to tickle you and hear you giggle – sometimes i think simply the sound of your laughter would be enough to make me come.
i want to cook for you and i want to sing and dance for you, and with you.
i want to grow things for you.
i want to fight for you.
i want to hurt for you and would happily die for you.
i want to climb mountains, swim entire oceans, and i want to slay dragons for you.
i want to make you stuff, and i want to weep at your beauty.
i want to make you happy, and safe, and warm.
and… i want to do all these things every single day.