Candy

You pull an ugly face.

It's a face flare. A contorted toothsome retching. You twitch and buckle and dribble as I stare on in sick fascination. You sleep like a starfish, dribble on the sheets and break wind far too frequently. You always need a shower. Everything about you would make her scream NO. No way, no how, no thanks.
But there's eyes that make me melt like forgotten pocket candy, kisses that barely grace the edges of my skin. There's always a good argument to chew out too, and I was never one to back down from a fight. And who am I to be hypocritical, you've seen my sleep face, my orgasm face and my twelve cans of alcohol about to puke face.
You make me happy.