monsterthing writes

A writing collection of one @themonsterthing

[monsterthingwrites]

I want you.

Not just your body - that,

definitely -

but also

I want your sideways smile

and your crinkled eyes

and the smell of your skin heated in the summertime

and your fingers twining through mine as we walk down the street of a city that holds too many ghosts for each of us.

I want you to sink your teeth into my thighs

so I wear your marks when I meet your friends

and

I want you to fall asleep in the car next to me, on the long drive to see my mother.

I want to kiss you over your birthday cupcake

I want to taste the frosting on your tongue.

I want to you to get annoyed at me because I stole the blankets (again).

I want to swallow your gasp when I touch you the way you don’t expect but have come to love.

I want to learn you, and to keep learning, as you change.

I want your eyes to never stop looking at me

just

like

that.

I want smiles

I want sadness

I want your hands on the small of my back,

Your lips pressed to my temple.

but most of all, I want years

with you.

[monsterthingwrites]

I haven’t yet counted the freckles on your face, tucked under the curve of your eye, dusting the arch of your cheekbones.

I haven’t counted because I’ve been too busy memorizing the way your skin feels against my lips your hitch of breath when my teeth skim your flesh, the way you turn your face into mine to kiss me deeper.

It’s not that I don’t care in fact, I intend to find every single one and adore it individually it’s just that currently I am too busy tasting your collarbone swallowing your curse words feeling you warm and wet against me.

I haven’t counted and you’ll have to bear with me, I’ll probably lose count every time and have to start over again and again and again and again and again.