i.
a girlâs feet will tangle yours under sheets you just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when you fall asleep, but theyâre like mittens roasted over a fire when the sun blinks through the curtains.
ii.
a girlâs legs are taut and thick. theyâre flexible and enclose you in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull you just a little closer. if sheâs still sleeping, itâs even better.
iii.
her thighs will make you forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make you forget about your fatherâs affair or your best friendâs disorders. they will make you forget your name and they will make you forget who you are without them. hold them as tight as you can. i promise, she loves it.
iv.
when you were in fourth grade, they taught you stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when youâre in her bedroom on the second floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar fire in your teeth, and youâre going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but donât. if you stop, whatever it may be that youâre doing, she might kill you.
v.
so in health class, theyâre supposed to teach you that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girlâs waist. it doesnât matter if itâs wide and soft, or small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the heart to your blood. theyâll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.
vi.
sometimes you can see her ribs; sometimes you canât. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. theyâre structure â they protect her. hold her there if you want her to feel like this house isnât caving in on herself.
vii.
her chest. promise her youâd never want anything more or anything less. if you donât mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.
viii.
taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girlâs collarbones. theyâre a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.
ix.
if you donât know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, youâre doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. you better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. kiss it like itâs her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure you can change with it.
x.
kiss her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. kiss her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. kiss her when sheâs angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and kiss her when she canât stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. kiss her if sheâs laughing and tell her itâs because she makes you happy. kiss her if she wonât stop talking because you want to taste her voice. kiss her when she isnât talking because you miss it. kiss her in the shower and kiss her everywhere. if itâs raining, kiss her, and kiss her again when she calls you a cliche. kiss her in public because you want them all to know, and kiss her in private because you donât need them to either. god, just kiss her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking kiss her.
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