She smiles at me.
Plump lips stretching.
I want to bite them.
Intensify their colour.
My eyes narrow at the thought.
I'm her girlfriend.
But her notion of the word is different.
Still, I yearn for her.

She yawns,
Lips stretching even more.
Then they relax.
They look so kissable right now.
My self control is holding my desire,
Tightly.
I'm still yearning for her.

She lies down besides me,
Closing her eyes.
No longer feeling her gaze,
I breathe a bit deeper.
Feeling my control slipping.
She's unknowingly playing a dangerous game.
I yearn for her.

Her nose wrinkles as my hair sweeps across her face.
Doesn't she feel my breath against her lips?
I'm waiting for her to open her eyes.
Break the spell.
She's not moving.
I mark her with a kiss.
I give in to my yearning.

She smiles at me.
Plump lips stretching.
I marked them with my teeth.
Their colour is intense.
A gorgeous red.