I do not want my life to pass me by without ever having known the way his lips could burn against mine and how he will taste like pepper and dreams and of memories that I will never have like a feeling I sometimes get at night when the music swells a certain way and I feel warm and restless and I wrestle with the crisp sheets and I am awake but I am dreaming of some boy who whispers to me in the night with salty breath so hot and moist that I fear I might die because I melt inside and get so hot that I feel fourteen and forget that I have never known and may never know the joy that is my wildest dreams.