Tuesday Sex for thought.

I love sex. But in all honesty, it doesn't matter if I get mine or not.
I love sex because he gets his.
I love him.
I love his entire body, his tattoos, his face, his voice, and the way his eyes scan me.

Now, him and I rarely ever get our alone time. Specifically with my brothers crawling all over the house and his constant pull to go to train fatty clients at work.
Of course he respect my parents and they said "no sex under my roof" so it never is sneaky anymore.
I wish having him live with me, meant more us time.
And I miss our sneaky passion and when the whole family didn't know about us.

I miss him. And yet he's sitting right beside me.