The Good Guy.

It began as a normal evening.
I met him at the park
It was about 9pm
I climbed into the seat of his red truck
Redbull in one hand, iphone in the other
His hands on the wheel
and we were off.
Cruising the back roads
Having light conversation
and then we were back at the park.
Still talking about random things
-"Do you have a six pack?"
  "Can I see?"
-"Can I see your belly ring?"
  "That's hot."
  "Can I kiss you?"
It was awkward
and a little uncomfortable at first.
His kisses were soft and gentle
Not like the kisses I'm used to.
He made me feel appreciated.
It was nice
the way he kissed my inner thighs.
He made me smile every time
he would lift his lips from mine
just so he could sing to me.
I've never been with a guy like that.
He's nice and sweet.
He's a good guy.
I'm just not sure if he's the guy for me.

-Krista McCuistion.

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