I wanna kiss him. (Hahaha this is poem 69!)
I wanna kiss him, make him feel alive. I want to leave heavy imprints of my lips on his delicate chocolate skin. I want to trace his teeth with my tongue. I want to dance with him from inside his mouth. I want to hug him and to feel his tummy against mine. I want to pull and push him, taking him in a warm embrace. I want to see his brown eyes getting darker with hunger when he hears my desperate cries. I want those beautiful noises to escape his lush lips and travel down my throat that'll drown them out. I want the closeness, the comfort, the happiness, and calmness.
I want j- shit I can't actually say his name.
