You use to breathe your suspicions into my mouth and let me lick them clean of profanity and anxiety. You'd rest your worries on my lips and push into my teeth your self-suffering as it beaded in wet efforts on your brow. My lips would pout to kiss and transfer your tiny orbs of sweat, they'd settle between the curve of my grin. My teeth gently biting down at your cheekbone and my throat humming a moan to steady your nerves.
Your fingers hastily dabbing your knees, a tapping...