• heat-and-stir-ifuckingloveyou
    Journal,  Relationship

    I fucking love you

    I sit beside you on my couch, wanting desperately to kiss you… so of course I read to you instead, reeling in skeins of text that I cough back up as I interstitially ogle your pouted lips – imagining how I might take them hostage one at a time, between my own, biting and sucking them into my mouth before…