Pretending

My face aches with this pretend smile.
My lips are sealed against my true thoughts; words bounce around inside my mouth, throwing themselves at my lips.

I ache with a need.

A need to open my mouth and take you into me. I would cover you with sentences and caress you with my grammar.

My heart is an open wound. I cup my hands around it, but that doesn't help.
With every beat it vibrates away from me, out of control, and drips pain all over my brand new panties.