A Hopeless Romantic

I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. I stared into my own reflection today and gazed back at the woman I’ve become. When I was 18, my breasts were far perkier than they are now. But my mind… my glorious mind, still oozes with the same passion, vigor, and hunger for romance and adventure that it did when I was half my age. Unlike many other women, I dislike a bouquet of flowers. No. Let me correct that. I dislike roses. Roses that apparently Kylie Jenner’s home was flooded with recently. So much so that it made the front page of Yahoo News. Roses scream… cliche. A flower vending machine.

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No, give me daisies. An inexpensive, friendly flower that is so commonly overlooked. Let’s cook a meal together instead of going out. I, in just a t-shirt and panties, while you stand there in your pajamas. We’ll laugh… get messy… and snuggle as the music plays. We’ll taste the dish as it goes, seasoning together, and sneaking in kisses between bites. I’ll tease you about saving room for dessert, before you pull me towards the couch telling me that I am dessert.

I’m a hopeless romantic.

I see a downpour of rain and my first instinct is to dance in the puddles until I’m soaking wet. I’ve done that a time or ten. I twirl, lifting my arms towards the heavens, waiting to be kissed under a thundering sky. While “The Notebook” may have had the most epic rain-kiss of all time, I just want a french kiss of my own. Wet… chilly… but warm, as our bodies soak in each others’ heat.

I’m a hopeless romantic.

I long to feel your hands slide over my curves as we take a hot shower together. I’ll turn, facing you, and giggle as I shampoo my hair into an elaborate spiked crown. My small hands and narrow fingers will slide over your broad chest and shoulders, drinking in your form. A sensual moment overlooked so often in the day. I love a good shower. I’ve always dreamed of having one of those shower-heads that makes it rain from above. I love big snuggly towels, freshly warmed from the dryer just waiting to swaddle my body.

I’m a hopeless romantic.

I yearn to stock up on an array of desserts at the store. Laughing with glee as we eat in reverse tonight. We’ll lay out our spread, complete with two forks, and share bites of our food. We’ll swoon over chocolate cake, cupcakes that are adorable, and cookies that are perfect with tea. No doubt, I will have brewed a cup of tea. Tea for me and coffee for you. Yes, together we’ll be the perfect pair. We’ll kiss, tasting the sugar on each others tongue, only breaking apart to make room to lay down and really fall into the moment.

I’m a hopeless romantic…. and I wouldn’t have it any other way. ❤

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