balm for your lips

Pop! What? It all happened so quickly. First I felt a gush of wind, and then your slightly cracked lips. You knew exactly what to do with me. But I'm an amateur. They said I am to be a healer of kisses, and cold. What an odd combination of Life Callings. Somehow, some depend their lives on my existence. And some would bring me everywhere they go. Well, I wouldn't know, until you opened me up. Every time you put your lips on my body - always so swift, so elegantly - part of me lingers on your skin. And I would feel from underneath me that you are slowly healing. How glad I am to be in this job. I love your lips!

When you breathe heavily through your teeth, with your lips spread thin, surrending yourself to her, I kept you together. When you kissed another girl, I did not complain, nor need I, because I knew I was yours. I knew you couldn't live without me. When you fought with the first girl and she slapped you, I felt the pain. Boy, I wished you hadn't done it. Why did you cheat? But she would finally kiss you again. And I still feel the humidity between both of your mouths until today. That heated kiss. I could almost hear you promise, "never again."

But one day you stopped coming for me. I wondered why. Have I not done a good job? Do you not like my taste? And my scent? Am I not enough for you, just the way I am? I hear scrambling in the room. "Where could it be?" you said. Are you talking about me? I'm here! I screamed, but I could only in my mind. I long for your lips, Master. Do you long for mine? My heart is bursting for your touch again. They did say that I am easy to misplace. I see through the fabric of your pants, as you toss me in the wash.

This is the end. I loved you. But you misplaced me. How could you? Now I shall sacrifice my life, and take my revenge.