Seeing your fingerprints on their surface. Smudges and streaks and spots everywhere you touched. Everywhere you grabbed and caressed. Everywhere you showed them how much you love them. Your hot breath fogging up their metal and glass. The lingering marks of your warm lips, the shine of your spit where you got a bit too eager with your kisses. Maybe they usually like to stay clean and pristine. But right now? They're so obviously yours. Yours yours yours...














