When giving feels fulfilling (poem)

He was pressing his chin into my head,
and my arms were hugging him real tight.

My cheeks were rubbing against his cheeks,
and his hands were holding me on his laps.

I was kissing him gently all over his face,
he was receiving it lovingly with eyes closed.

I was pulling his ears, and boxing his belly,
he was standing there, smiling affectionately.

I was sitting down, caressing the skin of his shin,
he was sitting on the chair, looking deep into my eyes.

I was bending backward, lost in the blissful moment,
he was leaning forward, and on top, kissing me really long.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)