I'm A Slave For You
I love Phil. I love everything about him. I love his smile and the way he looks at me when I’m the cause of it. I love his laugh and when he leans into me because he doesn’t have enough strength to stay sitting up. I love when he sticks his hands in the cereal box and walks around in mismatched socks leaving a sugary trail behind him as he moves and I love his morning hair when he sleeps in and his good morning kisses he gives me and the way his hands gently travel down my sides when we fully give ourselves to each other. There’s only one thing I don’t like and that’s when Phil is upset.