i would like to wake up to your stupid face every **** day and leave the blinds closed, soaking up your skin like rays of light.

i've really got a thing for the teeth in your mouth and looking at them in your lips-slightly-parted slumber and running my tongue over where they gnawed a hole in my lower lip in the dark of the early morning.

your eyelashes are daggers on the side of my face. blink into the afternoon and scrape a love note onto my face.

"are you okay?", you whispered and i laughed. i actually giggled.
"harder"