I am thinking about your lips. I am remembering how they feel. I am imagining how they must look when you eat toast with peanut butter. I am thinking about you eating toast beside me. You put your toast down to smile at me. There is peanut butter stuck to one side of your mouth. I reach up and smear it over your lips. I move my face towards yours and stick my tongue out to lick the peanut butter off. So slowly. I even lick the insides of your lips. I’m kissing you. I’m kissing your lips. Everything tastes like peanut butter in our world right now. In our kisses. I’m sucking the peanut butter off of your lips and I’m sucking it off of your tounge. Deep kissing.