there's a girl w/ cherry chapstick on and nothing more

wrote a choose your own adventure story across her body, then spent the rest of the night exploring the variations.

move to her knee if you found her laughing silently, uncontrollably in the pantry, clutching a bag of flour to her bare stomach.

move to the small of her back if you ran into her on the street. it had been a year since you'd seen her. as a way to say hello, you grabbed her waist and dipped her, kissing her roughly.