dear seamus,

this is a strange thing to say, really, but you have nice lips. i can't help but stare at them whenever they're in my line of vision and when you talk, my eyes are automatically drawn to them like a moth to a flame. i like watching them move with every word you say, forming pretty shapes with each letter. and when you part your lips after going a while without speaking, it's like witnessing the bright, velvet curtains of a theater stage opening before a performance. the sight fills my stomach with butterflies and i can't help but grip the arms of my chair in anticipation. the way your lips move sends shivers down my spine.

if i could stop myself from looking at them, i wouldn't.

your lips are beautiful to look at. they're a lovely sight to see. they're like the soft, pink rose petals of a newly blossoming flower. innocent, sweet, and young. they're plump like ripe fruit, ready for picking. and when you let your tongue grace their delicate surface, they become glossy and wet in a way that reminds me of the morning dew. in the winter, when they become chapped and dry from the lack of moisture, i can't help but feel as if your lips look lonely. lonely and cold. i would gladly help warm them up.

i bet your lips taste like sugar coated strawberries and i bet the taste of them is addictive. i'm sure that if i touched them with my own, even a little bit, i'd never get enough. i'd want to taste your candied, nectarous lips for the rest of my life. that's how toxic i know they are. they're a drug.

still, i want to find out what they're like for myself. i want to know what would happen if i let my lips meet your own. would i feel sparks? would it be like there are fireworks going off inside of my mind? are your lips puzzle pieces for my own? i feel as if our lips were made for once another. i feel as if they'll fit together perfectly. i want our lips to be a car crash, seamus. i want them to collide. i want all the windows to shatter and i want the breaks to not work so they never stop. not until our lips and bleeding and busted and bruised. i just want to kiss you.

i want to kiss you so bad.

- anonymous