Kiss her. Slowly.
Takin’ my own time, there’s
no other place to be. Yet.
Kiss her like i’m not merely
waiting for someone else to come.
Lay my hands beneath her shirt,
or skirt, perhaps.
Maybe get strangled by bra straps.
Kiss her like i’ve forgotten
any other lips i’ve touched before.
Kiss her curiously,
Sort of laughting into her mouth,
maybe inhale the sights.Kiss her ‘till she moans.
Kiss her with my hands on her hair,
pulling her waist towards myself.
Kiss her, but like she taste
like… like hot chocolate?
No, that’s just fucking tacky.
“Kiss her like she’s the tastiest thing you’ve ever dared to try.”
Take your fucking time. Don’t rush it.
Kiss her until she forgets how to spell her father’s last name.
Now, repeat it. Kiss her stupid, wildly. Silent.