In that millisecond that you take time to cover your mouth as you gleefully hold in your laughter, I caught a glimpse of what I wish to see every waking morning.  As your voice slithers around your trembling fingers, I could only wish I had the permission to grab your hand and move it out of the way so I could take it that expression that you've managed to instill in my memory.

And when (if) I get that chance, I might just slip in a snog if I'm feeling cheeky, but I'm always feeling cheeky plus tinges of every other form of rascality within your vicinity.