I hate you slips through my lips as the my chest burns from the lies that slip from my lips.
The curl of your lips sends a signal to my fingers as they curl along with your lips.
The curl of my fingers wrap around your neck as your smile begging me to squeeze.
To squeeze tightly to set you free.
Oh baby would you love me to be that kind.
I watch as your lips form “buddy” but I choke it down with a kiss.
Pulling moans deep from within you that she dreams to have ghost against her lips.
Your lips crave more as your fingers dig deep into my skin.
Leaving your marks and silently claiming me as yours.
But I am not yours; you are not mines.
The kiss dies.
“Buddy”
Me: 0 Her: 1