Every goddamn time.
When she laughs, when she smiles,
I want to put it on film,
listen to the playback.
I want to feel the curve of her lips against mine.
She's filled with light.
No one can resist her.
Surely, I'm not to blame.
For wanting to drag her into shadow,
and put my hand up her skirt,
touch the white-hot flutter in her belly,
before I make her come.