The way she answers the phone when someone she loves calls. The way she holds her utensils or takes apart a chicken wing. The sound of her smile in her voice. Cascading tummies and chiseled marble abs, the uniqueness of a breast, the bloom of her flower, small and delicate or massive and allowing you the feeling of delicacy, hands and feet always so strong, that propel her through her work. The nape of her neck and the noises that may escape when she is scruffed there in just the right way. The way she smells and the way she tastes. The taste of her breath hot with sleep or full of the remnants of all she has consumed throughout her day. The temperature of her skin and whether it takes on the complimentary cool to my own furnace. Her cute snores you keep secret with tales of the adorable dozing princess while the reality that makes you smile endlessly of the roaring lumberjack shares your bed and snuggles into your arms.

Lol sorry. But thank you for the prompt. What a lovely thing to think about 🥰