I Want To Snuggle With You

I want to snuggle with you. I’d like to lie on you and put my head on your shoulder and breathe in the same rhythm that you’re breathing. I want to use one of my hands to rub your head, down to your neck, then to your arm, and then hold your hand. I’d like to rest my other hand on your hipbone, which is my favorite part of your body because it’s a straight and bony hip, nothing like my curvy, soft one.

I’d like to stay there long enough so that our awkwardness goes away. I’d like to feel you give into the moment. Don’t ask yourself if this is too intimate. Don’t worry about sending me signals that you like me too much. Don’t think about what will happen with us tomorrow. Stop wondering if your team is winning and how much longer it will be until I get off of you so you can turn the game on.

Make a joke after a few moments of peace, one of those jokes that isn’t funny because of its sharp wit, but funny because it’s a comment on our current state, designed to make both of us ease further into the bubble of each other that we’re currently floating in. You could say something about how I’m as pale as the sheets, or how your pet is staring at us from the corner, or how the lady upstairs is walking like an elephant. And we’ll laugh together. Not the laugh that we shared in the bar with our friends. Not the laugh that comes when you watch an episode of Flight Of The Conchords. Not the laugh that you force when your boss says something mean. This will be the laugh that you saved just for me, the one that’s vulnerable and soft and sweet, because that’s how you’re feeling towards me right now. You won’t think about what I said last week that made you angry. You won’t feel guilty for that thing you did that I would be upset about if I knew. You won’t plan what you’re having for dinner tonight. You will soak the right now of this up. Our moment.

I’d like you to play with my hair. Don’t pat my head with a flat hand, put your fingers under my hair, on my scalp, and then run them through my hair like it’s a waterfall. Wrap both of your arms around me and give me a long, tight squeeze, the kind where in the last second, I need to inhale but I can’t. Then I’d like you to close your eyes, so I can prop myself over your face and study your features freely without you looking back at me. I want to kiss your jaw line, fondle your earlobes, sweep my cheek against yours. I want to stroke the slope of your nose and your eyelids and admire your eyelashes.

I’d like you to run your thumb over my lips. Cup my face with both of your hands. And I want you to kiss me. This will be a kiss that liquefies from light to deep and then back to light. A seemingly endless kiss that doesn’t lead to anything else. It doesn’t need to. We’ll share it simply to feel the warmth that it brings on its own. Then I want you to roll me over. Lie on top of me and hold our arms over our heads so that I can feel all of your weight, strong and heavy and masculine.

I want you to start at the beginning and do it again. TC mark

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  • Rhee

    This is sweet. 

  • Fart

    Dump her, she’s too clingy!

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    • DaynNight

      That would be the wise course of action. You have an admirable brain, fart.

    • DaynNight

      That would be the wise course of action. You have an admirable brain, fart.

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  • grace

     bookmarked ♥

  • Anonymous

    Yes. Light, then deep, then light. Not many know how to do it right. Most just go straight for the tonsils.

  • A123

    sigh. so sweet. 

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  • http://summerslowrunner.wordpress.com/ Summer

    This post defines my own situation right now. I love every single word of it, particularly the ones in the second paragraph.

  • star

    This makes me miss snuggling so much. :(

    This article definitely captures the feeling that snuggling brings – just the two of you, forgetting the outside world and feeling like you’re stupid for always overanalyzing everything in your relationship.

  • http://www.jeremymeyers.com/ Jeremy Meyers

    And when do I put it in?

    • http://twitter.com/mung_beans 371747

      before the snuggling happens

  • Leetal

    this is what i want… i miss this. 

    • mysticlipstick

      I have this feeling but I can’t have it because we’re so far apart. 

    • http://mycrazytruth.tumblr.com Kat

      I miss it too…so much.  I fear I’ll never have it again.

  • Danielle G

    absolute. perfection. 

  • teets

    Thanks for this :)

  • CarmenOhio

    The rolling you over and laying on top of you one is new to me.  God, I’ve been cuddling all wrong for years!

    • http://karyninny.com/ karyn

      oh, the weight of a man. swoon. 

      • Vicky

        The thumb caress across the lips, face hold to the liquifying light kiss deepening and then back to light…
        S W O O N ! Oh my…

      • Gred

        I’m 400 pounds and hairy as hell. You don’t mind, do you Karyn?

        Nah you’ve had worse. ;)

  • Frankie

    The really sad thing about this, for me, is the fact that I picture myself with this guy from my school that I have liked since the first time I met him… I pictured this guy instead of my own boyfriend…

  • loveit

    This article is the female version of porn. I can’t get enough.

    • Torridfoxx

      ….describing a cuddle scene makes you want to jerk off?

    • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1781767179 Merrick Johnson

      err… no.

    • Guy

      You get off to this??


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  • Nicole A.

    I love having my boyfriend lay on me with his head resting on my stomach, or on my chest listening to my heartbeat…This makes me miss him a lot :(

  • MC

    loved it, but it made me so sad. this describes an exact moment I had last week. and this week he chose her instead of me. how can he choose her when we had this?

    • http://www.twitter.com/mexifrida Frida

      i feel you. hurts.

  • http://www.lizamae.com Liza Mae

    You couldn’t explain it any better.  sighh.. 

  • http://www.lizamae.com Liza Mae

    You couldn’t explain it any better.  sighh.. 

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  • Ajax

    *sighhh*  this is such a charming peice of art, so real – I couldn’t help but think of the chemistry I had with this man who I’d liked from the moment I saw him, as us fickle girls do…  He stayed over one night and it was almost like a dream..  Too bad wonderful things don’t last forever

  • Sophia

    This is a piece of art. Absolute perfection.

  • Sophia

    This is a piece of art. Absolute perfection.

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