a lot of times, the first thing i do when i get home is feed my dog.
if he’s been out with me, i feel bad he wasn’t eating while we were away.
if he’s been home alone, i feel guilty i wasn’t there to feed him.
he knows this, he pays attention. he knows me better than i know myself. he exploits me, expecting food the moment either we or i walk in the door. he has me well trained.
is there any better way to tell someone you love them other than hundreds of times, over and over again?
“i love you,” i say.
“i love you too,” you respond.
“i never want you to forget it,” i say.
“i never would. you’d never let me,” you say.
you’re right. it’s important to me that you know.
something about life being precious. something about eternal truth.
watching the sun set over the mountains out the front window of your car, our bodies pressed together.
a devil on one shoulder, an angel on the other.
i’m your devil.
and i’m your angel.
especially with your cock in my mouth.
you say so and it makes me smile.
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