M. is sexy.
The way his skin smells after a hot shower, faintly of soap. The lingering scent of shampoo in his sandy brown hair.
I love nuzzling his neck. His scent is intoxicating. His neck is my favorite place to kiss when we are in public. It is intimate but not too conspicuous. I love brushing my nose against the skin of his neck.
I love how tall he is compared to me. I am only 5 feet 1. Quite small. He is 6 feet 2. He towers above me. I love our height difference. I have always had a thing for tall men. He is the perfect height for me. Sometimes I wish I were taller so I could actually kiss him without him needing to bend his head down to reach me. Sometimes I play around and pretend I am just as tall as he is by standing on a chair. I would say, "Come here. See? I am just as tall as you!" Then I would hold him close to my own body and hug him fiercely. It feels so good to hug him while standing up and be able to nestle my head on his shoulder. Usually I only reach up to his chest when we are standing next to each other. But he thinks it's sweet that I am small.
He is an awe-inspiring blend of Polish, English, Irish, French, and Dutch roots. I love his heritage.
I find his eyes beautiful and sexy. They are mostly medium brown with scattered flints of warm hazel. When they look at me, I melt. I will always melt.
His mouth. Lips. Kisses that whisper and shout love.
His butt. All I will say about those cheeks are Mmmmmmmmmm.
He has strong arms, hands, and legs. Powerful yet tender. They magically transform me to another world when they are wrapped around me.
M. is sexy.
I love him.
I am so lucky.