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I have heard of several lovers asking lovers and have indeed had lovers ask me: how do you want me to make love to you?
To me, this is like asking someone: how do you want me to love you?
Well, I want you to look at me in that way, and then I want you to desire me and think that even when I fuck up you think I am emphatically the most amazing person you've ever met. I want you to ask me what's up when you've seen me sitting on the couch eating and drinking and watching telly for four days in a row. I want you to tell me who it was on the phone after you hang up. I want you to hug me at just that right time. I want you to fight with me to show me that you are paying attention. I want you to not play my games even though I will bait you ad nauseum. I want you to grope me in the movie theater.
I want you to go on a picnic with me in a field of flowers and let it be.
Let it be.
Let it be.
Let it be.
Seeking words of wisdom?
Let it be.
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