[deity]

lips

She loves his lips. She doesn't even have to kiss him, sometimes she just likes to trace her pinkie finger over the curves of his mouth. She likes the pressure of his baby soft lips pressing into her finger pads, perfect and warm.

She honestly doesn't mean to stare at him sometimes, laying in bed with the sheets and blankets like a nest around them. He's lazy and just lounges in his boxers and watches the box tv. She doesn't find cartoons interesting.

"What are you looking at?"

His eyes are still on the tv but he can feel her looking.

"Your lips."

His smile is small, just enough to get a glimpse of his perfect teeth, and she's in Heaven.