I'm the new king, I taste the queen
it is better to be sober while i'm stuck between your smooth jaw line and the hiding spot behind your breast plate. "i got two words for you",you whispered. a gift of sorts. but i couldn't stop counting your freckles long enough to watch them teeter on the tip of your tongue, wondering which way they would fall, and i was afraid to get comfortable underneath them like a cartoon under a dangling piano. but as it turns out, they were soft and perfect and left me smiling and completely lost somewhere between the KISS and the KILL.