February 13, 2007
Please kiss me.
I don’t mean slobber on my chin because you’re drunk and think that counts as foreplay. I don’t mean a quick peck because you’re walking out the door and don’t have time. I don’t mean kiss.
I mean, KISS.
I want you to put your lips on mine because you want me. Don’t plan on moving past my lips. Just stay there.. linger. Breathe me in. Stop time. I want to be kissed until my lips are raw from your tongue, your teeth. I want you to pull back only long enough to lock your eyes with mine, and then dive back in.
Yes, I enjoy a good romp in the hay. I enjoy the peeling off of clothes, the sweat between bare skins, and everything else associated with it. But OH MY GOD.. please kiss me.
11:04 am
See? I knew you would like facebook. It’s the best. Way better than myspace.
Okay….but Bryan might not like it…
Sarah, you’re totally right. It’s a cleaner interface, and you don’t have to worry about the hacking and whatnot.
And Waterpail.. you ALWAYS leave a comment about this post.. it’s the OTHER Valentine’s Day tradition! (On another note, I sure do miss you. It’s been too long.)
Yeah, for OCD neat freaks like me it’s a godsend.