I need a pick me up...
She tastes like everything that is perfect in this world.
Nothing has ever been so good.
Her breath leaves in a rush as my hands slide down her arms towards her breasts.
I know they're sensitive but I just can't help myself.
For the last seven years I have watched her.
Watched as she bent over the Thanksgiving table to get the stuffing.
Watched as she leaned down to get the last present under the tree.
I was there at the cocktail parties when he would ignore her and talk to anything with a pair of tits.
I watched her.