I need one of those slow-seduction 4-hour-long make out sessions. With hands in hair and fingers in mouths and the rhythm of heavy breathing. With kisses that escalate and lead to more kisses, hips grinding, harder kisses. Kisses that drift into smiles that drift into gentle kisses on cheeks and eyelids. Where the fuck am I what time is it dear lord have mercy the universe is at it’s knees kind of kisses. I need my heart in my throat and you pressed against me, throbbing, breathless, here.