was just a sample.
a small
sweet planting of her lips
against
my cheek.
dry, not wet.
just a taste
of what was to come.
so kind,
so gentle.
i remember it fondly,
as i now
wipe the blood from
the swollen bruise
on my face
with a handkerchief.
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