”You okay darling?” I mumble into your ear before sneaking a peck on your temple. I gently squeeze my fingers into your hip a little firmer, the satin feeling cool under my fingertips. Can’t wait to take it off of you tonight…

The late August sun is heating us all up, and I kinda hate myself for choosing to wear a black suit. You however, look like a goddess. The green satin dress rests effortlessly on your beautiful curves and oh my. You’re the girl of my dreams. I have no idea how I could get so lucky.

Our relationship has been seen as a bit scandalous, so to say, from the tabloids and paparazzis perspective. First of all, we have a slight age gap, 7 years. I mean, it could’ve been worse right? And second of all, you look nothing like the girls I’ve used to date. I don’t care about that at all though, I think you’re heavenly. But I have noticed that it makes you feel kinda insecure, especially since the tabloids have been pointing out your curves. Honestly? Fuck them.

My favourite body part of you is definitely your thighs. I know how insecure you’ve been over them at times, but honestly I can’t understand that. I love laying my head in your lap, squeezing your thigh whenever we’re going for a drive or having your thighs wrapped around my waist as I carry you to the bedroom. I completely love you and every little part of you, even the ones you hate the most.

We’re currently at a cousin of mine’s wedding. It’s the first time you’re meeting some of my relatives, and I’m so proud to show you off. And they’re completely smitten with you. But how could they not?

“Can’t wait for our wedding” I whisper gently in your ear. Just the thought of seeing you in a wedding dress that enhances your curves makes me want to propose here and now. One day, baby. I promise.