Your mouth is tea and honey. It tastes as sweet as I thought it would that first time, and it tastes… more. Your lips take my breath away, every single time. Sometimes I look at your mouth, stare at it steadily until we are both dizzy with desire, me from watching, you from being watched. Texture and colour and shape--soft and red and cupie-bow curved. When your tongue flicks out, nervous and pink, it takes all I have not to tackle you, but I don't. I meet your eyes, and grin, and go back to watching. It's strangely satisfying.