What staring has taught me about my own thoughts.

I don't intend to be flowery,
because this is what I'll do.
I'd bite your ear,
and trace it with my tongue.
I'd plant kisses down the nape of your neck,
down your collar bones,
graze the corners of your lips,
and suck on them like vanilla flavoured chupa chups.

Saturday, November 12, 2016