Every now and then, someone makes a comment that leaves me grinning and nodding for days… The latest soul-touching gift of words came from Kim, one of the Wickedest of my Darlings. After reading “Let Me Love Your Wild and Naked,” she said, “Yep, you’re in the right place.”
Kim made me smile from soul to toe because her words couldn’t be truer if she had possessed the ability to see directly into my thoughts. Hm, I guess she can… through my words, huh?
These last few weeks, I’ve been tire all the time. Jacob and I have been working our sexy behinds off (Yes, I can be worn out and still be full of myself, my Wicked Luvs). Right now, it’s three in the morning. I’m using this time to write because if I don’t get off my feet, I might collapse… or lie down, which would immediately signal Jacob to do the same, and well… if we are both in bed nothing but us gets done.
Right now, Jacob is painting the pantry… at three in the morning. He is as tired as I am, but he knows how excited I am (my OCD is quite psyched, too) about organizing cans in order of textures, labels, uses… it will be a blast.
He just walked behind me and kissed my head… on the second try. When I’m this exhausted, my instincts take over. I’m not the kind of person you want to startle. I tend to throw punches first and ask questions later... if you remain stable on your feet after been smacked. So, I rubbed my shoulder and Jacob his chin, and then I got my kiss.
“I love you so much,” he said, mirth and fatigue in his eyes.
“And I you,” I told him, smiling. Feasting in what I saw in his eyes; a wordless look that warmed my flesh; that said I would make love to him, even if I passed out right after. I can’t help myself but want him while he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful bit of nature. My hair looks like someone dropped fighting cats in it, there is a rather unflattering pimple on my upper lip… and trust me, my Wicked Luvs, I don’t smell friendly after working around the house for over 13 hours. And he looks at me like that… and nothing matters, nothing but us. So yes, Kim, I’m in the right place.
Oh, and I got a rifle cleaning kit for Hanukkah. Who cares if we are not Jewish or have a rifle to clean? My Love gave it to me, so that makes it the best Hanukkah present any atheist can give to his Witch ;-)
I wish, I wish, I wish… that all my darlings get to the place where they feel just right.
I was going to take a picture of my grin, but I was afraid the camera wouldn’t survive the ordeal.
So say hello to my little feet... Okay, my feet are HUGE, but a girl can dream a little, can’t she?