we could be married for 20 years and i would still be tryna figure out if u like me in that way or just as a friend
I think about kissing you. It’s counterintuitive but I don’t give a fuck. Head tilted, initially sampling the taste of you. Soft and slow. Shallow breaths. Gripping your lower lip with my teeth, tracing it’s outline with my tongue. More kissing, but no longer gentle. Feasting as if you’re my first meal in centuries. I forget to breathe. I taste you. I don’t need to breathe. I think about kissing you and my mouth waters.