I enter the room. There you are, fresh tan lines and all. You're laying on the bed next to your skis and full vanity packed with lip gloss, eyeliner, mascara, the list goes on and on. I sit next to you on the bed, it squeaks. You're making that dumb face you always make with your lips, but it's okay, cause they'll be apart soon. You lean in for the kiss but I say "NO! wait..." You question me, and I say "not enough lipgloss" You put more on. However, you miss a spot because your lips are stuck sideways. It's pissing me off. I'm getting angrier and angrier. You look like a fish, I am no longer turned on. I am a shark and you are merely a fish. My dorsal fin peaks, I am ready for the kill. You are now in my stomach, I am happy.
