I want my fingers through your hair, my lips to your neck, the vibrant pleasure of comfort and ease that nearly control eager excitements from occurring. I want the taste of consumption, the near-sided dizziness of love intoxication, the foreign but flowing pleasures, I want the sexy snapshots of memory to return. I want the heat like when I used to get you ice water afterward. I want the exploration like the first time we really touched, I desire pleasure drunk gasps. I want you all alone, with a lot of time, a mission to accomplish, wet hair, uncontrollable desire and curtains.

"Nothing like a ruthless fuck you to clear up the situation" She laughed as she said to the tree. The tree laughed too.
To this laughter, they drank.

"Nothing like a nonchalant fuck you to cease the embellished lies" Said the laughing tree. And the girl laughed too.
To this they drank. And drank.

Two coffees and a tattoo later;
scabs and pride, laptops and candlelight.
I love you.