Good morning,
I love thinking about you sleeping in that shirt I gave you. I love thinking about your hands peaking out of the undone cuffs. I picture the shirt-tails just barely covering that adorable butt of yours (I would argue the cutest butt in the world). I imagine the soft fabric at the bottom caressing your thighs as you move the way I wish I could. I imagine your breasts, those big beautiful perfect breasts putting a generous amount of pressure on the buttons, or if not, attempting an escape where you've unbottoned the shirt. Either way your perfectly proportioned nipples will be pressing through the soft cotton. Finally, the collar will be guarding your incredibly sexy neck. How can a neck be so sexy? Your hair in turn will thank the collar all night as you move in your sleep; sliding silkily against it.
Wow, never thought I'd wish I were a shirt.
Yours Truly
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