Sloppy kisses, teeth clashing, tongue tasting like there is honey melting between my teeth, homey and sugary, and God, I have a sweet tooth.
Midnight dances in the kitchen, slow dancing to the beating of our hearts, timed to eternity. Records play of romance songs, cheesy but loveable.
Butterflies flutter in the breeze, taking refuge in my stomach. Stolen kisses down my collarbone, your fingers playing me like a violin, tracing unimportant chords on my skin like frets. Soft moans, tangled thoughts, broken record.
