I strip him slowly, kiss him often
and give him time and space to kiss me in return.
Tentative at first, suspicious of my sweetness —
the caution is not without foundation.
His mouth is for my pleasure, even when my pleasure is his pain.
“Kiss nice,” I whisper softly.
He owes me enough to last a lifetime
but I want it all right now.
Eyes closed, lips parted,
he yields to my aggression.
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