“I already hate you.”
It lands as a confession.
A truth woven in the spaces between.
My smile creeps in.
His shows up right after,
pressed right up against mine.
Like my smile unlocked his.
Then he’s moving slow,
his mouth skimming my bottom lip,
dragging custard with it.
I tilt my chin up for more.
He kisses my top lip,
sucking it soft into his mouth.
Next, my bottom,
teeth sinking into the plump.
Then he catches my mouth full.
And the kiss spreads warm.
I suck the sweet off his lip,
taking him deeper,
He groans, his hand lifting,
sliding up over the side of my neck,
behind my ear,
into my hair, holding me here.
He tastes like Italian custard and coffee.
And then we’re fused everywhere.
Mouth to mouth,
hands clinging skin, holding, keeping.
Just attached. And that’s worse.
Because there’s nothing to hide behind.
Then our mouths fall open,
