I don’t want the old Disney-princess-like fairytale. I want the new one. And it involves a lot of coffee in big mugs, cigarettes, pancakes, maybe a random flower, his shirt, his bed, his messy hair, and a sweet morning kiss.
If I could I would kiss you all fucking day long.
Sometimes I just wanna take your shirt off and throw you on the bed. And kiss you more. I want you to kiss my neck and say dirty things to me. And then kiss me once more. Rip my shirt open and stare at me. Tell me I’m beautiful so I can tell you to shut the fuck up and kiss me. Again.
My body, my brain, are burning with lust and it’s all your fault. Get your ass here right now and kiss me. And touch me. And don’t fucking leave until tomorrow. I mean that. I won’t tell you what we’ll do tonight, but I promise it will be awesome. Just you and me. NOW. maybe my bed, or yours. Even the fucking floor. I don’t really care.
And tomorrow you’ll wake me up with a kiss and we’ll do it all over again. And then you’ll leave because that’s the plan, no sweet kisses, no spooning, no relationship-crap involved. This is just what it is. And tomorrow we’ll do it again, and then the next day. Are you ready for this?
