His skin felt
soft and tender,
wrapped up in sheets
and fluids.

She smelled and tasted
some kind of happiness
but didn't announce it to him,
just to her lady friend.

Her parents took it for granted.

Her grandma said
don't believe
a word what men say,
for they just flatter.

But who doesn't?

She loved his kisses,
but which one
of her lips was happy?

The one that didn't talk
and just kissed
or the one that swallowed
the swelling?