Lazy Sunday
Other than the aforementioned therapies to restore my wonderful ability to produce copious amounts of slobber when it's needed most, we really didn't do a damn thing yesterday. We slept in late, sat around drinking coffee while i read Matthew the last couple of weeks of Savage Love and then went and got some breakfast. Matt nursed his hurt ankle and we puttered around the house doing little things. Then we wound up back in the back bedroom for more "therapy" then frittered around the yard. Matt cooked the steaks that i'd picked up the day before and they were buttery. Bored, we went and saw Art down at JJ's. We tried some of that new absinthe that they're selling now, but it's nothing like traditional stuff which is still illegal (i.e., no hallucinations). It just tastes like a licorice schnapps to me and i'm not a big fan of licorice. Oh well.
Have i mentioned how lucky i am to wake up next to Matthew every morning? That massive slab of his back, the shoulders that won't quit, the round curve of his hip. (Oh yeah, i almost forgot: there was an oil massage for him involved yesterday as well.) i just can't keep my hands off of him as i caress and memorize every curve of his body. mmmm.... That smile, those eyes, that nose, that chin. While we were sitting at the bar, i absent-mindedly started rubbing his leg and he moved his shorts a bit so that i could reach his thigh. He asked me if it bothered me that he hadn't put a lot of "scar reducer" stuff on his knee and it doesn't at all. It's actualy kinda sexy. i love him any way i can get him. Like that song we were thinkin' of: he may not be perfect, but he's perfect for me.
