I know he loves me,
and I love him.
He makes me happy.
I talk and listen to him
before I kiss him.
That is all I want.
I feel his hands are on part of my body
that I would rather he not touch,
so I push them away.
This happens a few times
before he whines a please
and a let me make you happy.
He tries again, so I make him happy.
It goes on this way till we have done it all.
At last, it is time for him to leave
so I hear him tell me an answer
that he never asked the question to.
I hear him tell me "I am glad you enjoyed it"
as he leaves for maybe the last time.
I was happy to see him; however,
I am happier to see him go.
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