i.
a girl’s feet will tangle yours under sheets あなた just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when あなた fall asleep, but they’re like mittens roasted over a 火災, 火 when the sun blinks through the curtains.
ii.
a girl’s legs are taut and thick. they’re flexible and enclose あなた in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull あなた just a little closer. if she’s still sleeping, it’s even better.

iii.
her thighs will make あなた forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make あなた forget about your father’s affair または your best friend’s disorders. they will make あなた forget your name and they will make あなた forget who あなた are without them. hold them as tight as あなた can. i promise, she loves it.

iv.
when あなた were in fourth grade, they taught あなた stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when you’re in her bedroom on the 秒 floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar 火災, 火 in your teeth, and you’re going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but don’t. if あなた stop, whatever it may be that you’re doing, she might kill you.

v.
so in health class, they’re supposed to teach あなた that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girl’s waist. it doesn’t matter if it’s wide and soft, または small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the ハート, 心 to your blood. they’ll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.

vi.
sometimes あなた can see her ribs; sometimes あなた can’t. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. they’re structure — they protect her. hold her there if あなた want her to feel like this house isn’t caving in on herself.

vii.
her chest. promise her you’d never want anything もっと見る または anything less. if あなた don’t mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.

viii.
taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girl’s collarbones. they’re a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.

ix.
if あなた don’t know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, you’re doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. あなた better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. キッス it like it’s her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure あなた can change with it.

x.
キッス her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. キッス her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. キッス her when she’s angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and キッス her when she can’t stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. キッス her if she’s laughing and tell her it’s because she makes あなた happy. キッス her if she won’t stop talking because あなた want to taste her voice. キッス her when she isn’t talking because あなた miss it. キッス her in the シャワー and キッス her everywhere. if it’s raining, キッス her, and キッス her again when she calls あなた a cliche. キッス her in public because あなた want them all to know, and キッス her in private because あなた don’t need them to either. god, just キッス her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking キッス her