The curve of your lips is a forbidden fruit, impossibly tempting. My mind conjures a taste, a whisper of sweetness that sets my senses ablaze. I yearn to bridge the gap between desire and reality, to explore the promise etched on your smile.
why yes i would makeout with you after you went down on me duh
THE ARTWORK OF BERSERK
To be craved and crave each other like them.
disappear if you have to. focus on you