i’ve counted the amount of kisses it takes to get from the center of his mouth to the tip of his dick. i could do it in the dark, find my way over like a lost and starving baby. and that is just what i do. i creep my way across his chest, and run my tongue across my prize. it’s past two and he is asleep and he mumbles something about work in the early morning. i am hungry and i do not care. and seconds later, neither does he.