The Neighbor and I have been on twinkle toes of late; the weight is gone and the heart is wide open. I can only assume TN feels it, too. I surely hope he does.
The other night as we cuddled and I lay on his soft belly we had the following exchange about something being ridiculous:
Me: That is ridick.
Him (in all seriousness): You should change your name to Ridick so that I can say I put the DICK in ridick.
I can’t tell you how his mind tickles me, his weirdness elates me. I love his fucking dry sense of humor.
And then there’s his body. His delicious, meaty, fruity-scented, hairy body.
In our conversations about vulnerability and trust he told me he was having a bad day when I asked him if I could share a certain photo of him and he said, No. The image, to my eyes, was incandescent, luminescent. His milky white body thick and stout like a farmboy is like the froth on someones lip from a cappuccino: I want to lick it right the fuck off.
Once admitting his human frailty, he said I could post it after all. I was surprised, pleased, even a dash of proud.
I love this body.
[Ed. note: TN Tuesdays is a semi weekly meme which will share more of The Neighbor with my Internet Boyfriend. All photos have his approval before I post them. As always, he’s eager to see what you guys think and has requested that I share any comments.]