I think you have a beautiful smile. I know how you think you have crooked teeth and squinty eyes, but you are full of crap. So, stop trying to hide behind your lips. I want to see a more ebulliant side of you. Because, when you finally let go, I think I fall in love with you even more. Your smile is beyond endearing and I cannot help myself when I see it. Let your saccharine disposition drip through your soul and onto your face. Or, you could choose to torture me some more and remain elusive to me. I know you think it's funny when I get frustrated with you- biting my lip and furrowing my brow- but I will have you know that I don't find this situation ironic at all. Look at me, already frustrated with you; my lip already held with my teeth. Oh, how you infuriate me, and- oh- how I sit there and take it. I should be yelling at you for being so cross. But, then, you give me that wonderful smile that I adore so much and you kiss me before I even have the breath to yell at you.
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