“His breath was so rank—I’m talking demons dancing on his tongue rank.”
I was immensely clamy and I didn’t want to open my eyes because I didn’t think when I opened them it would actually be you. But it was, and that was the first time in years I felt whole.
I think I’m just being honest, but I’m saying things and they are making you feel naked and you don’t like it. I mistakenly assume that everyone wants to be as transparent as me. Me, with my heart dripping down my sleeves. I wear it proudly and then cry when someone breaks it.
If someone gives you quick kiss on the cheek, it can be them saying, “Hello,” but if their lips linger there a moment, it can mean they’re flirting with you.
tl;dr – Don’t shove caramel and peanut bars up your ass, you’ll cry.
I want to keep kissing him until our lungs start shouting in unison, “Hon! Give us a second to breathe!”
You don’t need handcuffs or the promise of a threesome to ramp things up in the bedroom.
“He shoves his mossy tongue into your mouth and then swirls it around rapidly like a helicopter propeller.”
The first time you kissed me was the last time something so trivial meant so much.
Because we all deserve a bangin’ soundtrack when we’re…well…bangin’.