TW: loose teeth,'romantic?' Whining. 'I want to compare you t | Silver Tongue

TW: loose teeth,"romantic?" Whining.

"I want to compare you to a flower or something delectable like those couples in your romance novels would do, but it feels wrong.

You're more like a loose tooth baby. I woke up with you suddenly a part of me, became fascinated by pushing you around, by digging you in different directions. Became addicted to the sting of my gums in protest.

I can't think of anything else but your existence; I'll sit behind my desk, eyes on the board, mapping your edges with the tip of my tongue discretely, exploring you.

I'll find you in my widemouth reflection; moving you in place with curiosity.

One day I'll get bored and bold and rip you right off; Reveling in the blood pooling in the dent you ground your feet in.

I'll show you off to my parents and sooth your past abode with more fleshy tongue caresses.

I'll look at you under the unforgiving light of the kitchen, noting that one side of you doesn't shine as bright as the others; only noting, merely realizing, no judgement involved.

I'll put you under my pillow with a note. Making it very clear that this is not a trade, that you're only there for the tooth fairy to admire.

In the morning I'll store you in a napkin inside my jewelry box.
And I'll wait, I'll wait and ache. Ache in the anticipation of you, my dearest loose tooth, to come back and give me your beloved sting again."