I wanna trace those cheekbones with my tongue. They're just so beautiful and defined and delicate. I could at least lick one. He'd probably take that as a joke. I could just lean over a little bit and lean my chin over his shoulder where he's writing down the lyrics we're coming up with instead of playing the guitar, then when he turns his head to grin at me I could lick him. His skin tastes so sweet, too. Just a taste of him would be enough to get me through another month's worth of fantasies. Just one little lick.