Consumed

He consumes my thoughts. I can't concentrate at work, awaiting his arrival. I anticipate the day when he waits for me as I pull into the drive. I will smell his smell, soak it in. I will run my fingers over his smoothness. I will revel in the notion that he is finally mine. All the time I have spent wanting him, yearning for him, is no longer in vain.

His name is Tristan.
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Yes, Tristan. He was my Valentine's gift, from my Valentine. I can't wait to take him for a spin!!