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I want a warm oil massage followed by hours of fucking. (But, with my luck, he'd slide off of me like a slip and slide. The next few hours would be spent in the ER with lots of half hidden laughs from RN's and Docs.)

I want to be in her space, and see her eyes on fire with the certainty of who she is.
I want to let her sit below me so I can brush her hair.
I want to give her that shoulder massage to ease the knots from putting up pony fences all day.
I want to hear her giggle with the gleeful recognition that she got me ruffled and tongue-twisted once again.
I want to finish the game of tag at the casino, sneak off to a dark, hidden corner, and kiss her deeply.
I want to hear her quip that I need to stop taking myself so seriously, as she tosses a leg over my midsection and runs her nails along my side.
I want to tell her I am sorry, for the thousandth time, and be able to witness her reaction.
I want to be back in her life, and her in mine, in as many of our old ways as possible.
I want--no, I need--to let her see I am different now.
I want to be silent and let her read my eyes.