You do it for me. I use your lovely light every nght. You do it for me. The smile I melt my dreams into with my intoxicated eyes mesmerized while your incisors call to my neck, and I lean towards your bite, not caring if it hurts.

I long for your tongue on me, for a your sweet, sweet love to finally take a taste, my perpetual desire to burn within your fire…innate.

(Where were you in 1986? I was ten, and of course, in love with my best friend. I’m pretty cheesy when I love;)