i hate how kisses
hold no memory for me. I hate how the feeling of having another
pair of lips on my own is nearly incapable of being constructed
by my imagination, no matter how hard I focus, no matter how hard I
try to feel it
real, because it never feels as good as it does
in real life. as soon as the person who kissed me is no longer
present, the memory of how their lips felt
colliding with mine, the taste of them, the pleasant
sound of our lips parting from each other already begins to fade, and I
only crave more. that's the problem with kissing, it's
an addictive drug my fantasies cannot act as as a
substitute for.