Kisses

I woke her up
this morning,
with kisses
between her legs.
And I told her that
I love her,
the only way
that I know how.
I ate her out
and fucked her
good, until
she said “ow,
“wait,
“that hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Your dick.
“It doesn’t feel good.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she said,
“I think I might
“have an infection.”

“Well I was just
“eating you out,
“am I gonna get something?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you
“stop me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fuck.”

She looks at me
with sad eyes.
“Do you still
“love me?”

“Sure.”

49 responses to “Kisses”

  1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ my dear Lou you did it again

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  2. I hate when that happens. So. do you go to a dentist or a gynecologist?

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  3. Oh man. Not what you want to hear. I had a roommate once who got crabs . . . in his eye brows, eye lashes and beard. Yuck.

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    1. oh shit. that’s rough

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  4. Perspective makes me inhale deeply. You’re playing this nonsensical mayhem role that makes me feel lighter about my pain. Heck. It doesn’t even matter anymore. On one hand, I’m like, that’s wrong, Lou, figure it out. On the other, I’m like that’s a story, and I feel detached from it. Maybe I can be detached from my story as I am yours. Heck, mine is similarly painful, though I would never judge your story, because I feel like yer a big boy and will make decisions that you want to, and that both you and her have the potential to figure it out and follow your hearts and maybe someday live for the greater good and use your life for making something beautiful. Your life just seems harsh to me. Mine is too, in a different way. I hurt myself over and over again because I couldn’t let go and forgive myself. We must move on, but we must feel in order to do so, and to be honest, about our stories and not hide them in the crypt. I suppose it’s about letting people in again, like yourself, Lou, and to accept my fallibility.

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    1. right on, thanks for the comment. idk if ill ever really figure it out, but who knows, maybe i will. either way, it’s a story to be told, just like yours.

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  5. I don’t mean to scare you but I once had a patient with an std in his eyes . At least she told you even if it was after the fact 😊

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    1. whoa that’s gnarley.

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  6. L…O…L…I know in reality this isn’t funny, but this did make me laugh.

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  7. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ˜‚

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  8. Yep. You love her. And she loves you. Now go gargle. Next time wear a tongue rubber.

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  9. This is a “pulp fiction” moment. I like it.

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  10. This wasn’t exactly dry humor
    More like sticky humor

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  11. Ow! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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  12. Umm, maybe YOU need more than mouthwash- and she’ll be wrestling with candida albicans- oh, Sweet Candida.

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    1. maybe a doctors visit

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  13. No. Keep this to yourselves folks. It ain’t poetry, it’s privacy.

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  14. I would more concern for your penis then your mouth frankly……..go get some cream at the pharmacy….NOW🀣

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      1. πŸ˜±πŸƒπŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸƒπŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸƒπŸ»β€β™‚οΈπŸ˜‚

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  15. How very romantic πŸ™‚

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  16. You are what you eat.

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  17. I have not stopped laughing for the past thirty seconds. Aloud. By myself. Luckily.

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  18. Wow I can 100 percent relate to this too

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    1. haha that’s maybe not good

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    1. not sure if i could write it any different

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