Growing up, one memory of my mother that i’ll never forget is how she would always tuck me in bed and kiss my eyelids ever so softly once i fell asleep.

I attribute this to my obsession with kissing people, of the hundreds of girls that i’ve kissed over the years, none come close to the feeling i get now as I kiss my wife. She sleeps next to me as the moonlight hits her face just right. I kiss her gently on the cheek then work my way kissing down her neck as she begins to squirm.

I kiss lower and lower until I notice her blood and decide that’s enough kissing for tonight, I roll over and fall asleep.

The next day i’m woken up by my doorbell, it’s my annoying neighbor, he asks if he can borrow some sugar. I yell at him to stab my ass, and I proceed to shut the door in his face.