He lay on my bed covered in sweat, he was in a struggle to fully restore his normal state of consciousness from the physical entanglement a moment ago.
I admired him while I smoked my cigarette.
He had long lashes, his eyes weren’t big but they were deep like a pair of divine eyes.
He had a straight nose.
An attractive pair of provoking lips.
The upper lip was slightly thicker than the lower lip,
It was said that a person that possessed this physiognomy would love his spouse deeply.
As if aware of my line of vision, he opened his tired eyes and said in a soft tone:
“Smoking is bad for your health…………”
I blocked his nagging mouth in time, we kissed to the point of almost falling into another round of strong exploration.
He talked a lot, I often listened to him speak to me like a talking parrot:
“Why aren’t you eating properly?”
“Another one?! Didn’t you say that you only smoke two at night?”
“This celery is very delicious, if I lie to you I’ll be a puppy, if you don’t believe me then taste it, consider it as if I fooled you, take a bite, just taste it?”
I always made promises in a perfunctory way:
“Okay okay, tomorrow I’ll eat properly.”
“Got it I got it, from tomorrow I’ll listen to you.”
“I’ve eaten, you just went to get the food and didn’t see it, can’t you just consider it!”
I haven’t made any other promises to you.
Because I was the one who was most clear about it, I didn’t have the courage and perseverance to fulfill it.
I’m selfish but I don’t want to be without you now, I don’t want to.
This may be due to having you in my life every day,
I was so happy.