Shooncho invited him over for dinner
My wife's an expert in Italian
She feels as nervous as before her matriculation exams
And why does the fact that he's brought a date, not upset her but torment her?
So, no matter how rude I came across as
I refused to kiss him on the cheek or shake hands
Because I felt I had to be careful with him
He's one of those
With all that mysterious confidence
With a face that is sometimes handsome, sometimes just strange
Who you feel can read your mind and doesn't let on
And occasionally smiles to scare you
He can look deep into my eyes, my lips, the very folds of my soul
He strips me
He's infuriating
Cerebral palsy has mildly distorted her lower lip
Making the left side of her mouth curve sexily while speaking emphatically or smiling
A face like a rainbow
So beautiful that it almost hurt to look at it
Knowing that such perfectness would be hard to experience again
The two slightly protruding canines that lent her a babyish innocence at thirty four
I want to keep looking at your face
With the edible, pouting lower lip and the hazel eyes and that chandelier smile
I'll eat you for breakfast
His love, at that moment, resembled his appetite; voracious, insatiable
He could actually, really, devour her
I'm with her
He's with you
But you get it
And I get it
Let's want to fall in love
For the things we now know
Let's misbehave
I still remember
Our first touch
Playing footsie under the table for four
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