All His forever!

Yesterday afternoon, I was asleep when he came to see me.
I then felt his strong, loving hands tickling me awake and his warm, handsome body right next to me.
"Wake up, my love", he told me, "it's me"!
I was speachless for a moment, and then I realized it was him, my prince charming.
We went outside for a moment, then we made love and then he put me right back to sleep. I don't know how he does that, but every time he seems to get better and better at it ... he's so good!
When he puts me to sleep, it's a very irresistible thing. I knew that if I went back to sleep I wouldn't be able to sleep at night, but no matter how I don't want to go back to bed, I do it anyway just to feel him so cloce to me, holding me tight, and feel myself wrapped up in his arms. Once I'm there, it's like I colapse in them, die in them, with so good of a skill he has to do what he does.
That was all of my day with him yesterday, a friend of his said he was coming over, but he never called him back so we went right back to sleep.
Then we woke up at almost midnight, said Hi to Cokie, who was just coming back home, and then she told me: "Have fun"!
I told them that I didn't want to go back to sleep, but since he was here, he put me to sleep because I slept all day long, but since he was here, he put me back to sleep with his skillful ways again, it was like magic!
I didn't realize it until I woke up at 4:00 this morning. He woke up shortly after, and then he took me out for breakfast.
Right after breakfast, though, when we came back home and we went back to bed, supposedly to cuddle for a few minutes, I felt more his than ever before!
It was the way he was keewarming me up after a cold morning. He had one arm under the pillow, as usual, then held me cloce to him with his right, leaning sideways, with my legs squeezed in between his, and from time to time he'd press my body against him, and said, "Mine, mine"! it was like he was claiming me, I loved it. I love feeling small in frint of him, currling up in his arms, and letting him take over me and do whatever he wants with me in those moments.
After a few more minutes, we fell asleep again!
The dreams I had during those time were short and sweet, most of them hard to describe with words. One of those is when I dreamed that my whole world was his kingdom, body and mind. My dreams came from him, my inspiration, all of it. If I did something right, was for him, and if I did something wrong, it was for him too. I don't know, it's kind of hard to describe it.
Anyway, then we woke up and came to Cokie's room to hang out with her while she was giving him some books. We did so many beautiful little things in there, hugging, kissing, making each other laugh, he almost made me cry a little, but it was just a joke. He also made me dance, like he always does, and most of all, he gave me a short little skyride and then moved my arms around as if I were a puppet. In my mind, I knew I was more than just crazy for him, I was consumed into him, and I often get like that and obscess in his every mood.
It was funny when he told me: "you need help", "you are beyond help", Cokie told me.
"i know", I told him, still dancing around in a frenzy. "Where can I get that kind of hep", "well," he said, "we can put you in a mental hospital, but I doubt they can help", "no they wouldn't", said Cokie. "they wouldn't", I told him, "the only one who can help me is you". "I know", he said laughing.
Again, that leads to the question of how and why did he have to be so beautiful and irresistible, so much as to win my heart in such an easy way.
When he asked me what would I do if someone would cut him with a knife, I told him, "I'd cry", I just know I would, and that is when I almost did cry a little, but I didn't because as soon as he heard the change in my tone of voice, he brought me to him, held me in his arms, and said, "I love you", and kissed me again and again. I think that by now he's starting to realize that as much as he can make me dance, sing and laugh of overjoy, he can also do the oposite, and make me cry. Like I said before, he hasn't done much himself, but when he does, it truly hurts like if his words were knives themselves, creating wounds that only he can heal back. Like our first big fight we had for example. He had to come back on Monday because it hurt like hell and I thought I was going to die if it was the end. I'm so glad he hasn't done any thing like that lately.
It was also kind of funny how I took pictures of him with my phone and he didn't even notice.
Well, then we kissed goodby and then he had to leave to catch a bus.
Note: I can't wait till the 22, when he moves in with me, one more week and he's home!
No more sad and miserable Friday nights, no more turns to cry, "except he makes me", and most of all, I'll have him with me every night during this cold winter.

What I discovered: On the last few weeks I have discovered that is not what he does, but what he is that makes my heart love him like crazy. He might not do much, but he [is] my prince charming. Believe me, it's getting to the point where I start losing notion of time, and in some instances, I get so giddy I lose my sense of direction for a moment.
Well, got to go dance while I still can.
Until next time
Claudia
AKA "Steve's girl forever"!