I remember the kiss and my reddened body turned on your mattress, a slip of rubber, a small snap and your limber hands dried in salt were upon my thighs had I really let you have it on the floor of my downstairs bathroom where I could see the dirt beneath the porcelain toilet, my shoulder blades puncturing my skin, so thin, rolled across the tile?
Here I was again, letting the innocent daylight spill across my belly, pleading instead I let you polish your buckle Me grunting, you whispered I love you, to make amends in perhaps a moment of regret, maybe you realized something or in this lapse you thought it necessary to reassure me because that after-all would be logical