Salt from her tongue and blush covers her cheeks and my satin sheets, so kiss me.
Kiss me underneath a mistletoe.
Kiss me beneath a moonlit night, pacing through my brain and rearranging every part of me.
Kiss me when I least deserve it
Kiss me when you hate me the most.,
Kiss me after a long drive with nowhere to go, but our eyes travel each other’s bodies, running into blindspots.
Kiss me beneath a jaded smile.
Kiss me and shh. Don’t tell her.