I kissed him

the way I needed 

to be kissed: 

across the cheeks

atop his nose

down the neck

zig zagging 

nipples and chest. 

“You’re so good to me,” he said

as we laid 

tumbled in the sheets.

I smiled

looked up

and thought

‘Please, be good to me


In that moment

it was clear:

I love

the way I needed

to be loved. 


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