the sun is perfect and you woke this morning. you have enough language in your mouth to be understood. you have a name, and someone wants to call it. five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. if we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. if we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
guys call girls who like bands crazy and obsessive for knowing all of the band members’ birthdays but they know everything about every football player ever? they know the names, the teams they’ve been on, the teams they’re going to join, how much money they’re all making and all the stats of every player ever? but while this and fantasy football is good and is deemed “normal” girls are still being called crazy and hormonal for going to their favorite band’s concert