Even though you don't like it,
I still enjoy kissing the pearls
of sweat that form on you
while we work out together.
You lean over and ask,
if I'm ready to stop.
But I'm out of breath,
so I just keep going.
A while ago you told me,
that you weren't quite ready yet.
And so I waited for months,
just so you wouldn't fret.
Now it's never pressured,
something that comes and goes.
We don't have to say a word,
speaking with knees and elbows.
My favorite part of it all
is when you're lying on my chest,
breathing deeply in and out
as we soundly sleep and rest.
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