Birthday Kisses

The morning of
Her birthday
You show up at
My house.
You pull me
Toward my room
And say,
Come here,
I need to feel you up.
I stop and say no and
You say,
Puzzled,
No?
And I say
Kiss me first.
And you say,
Smirking,
You don’t want kissing.
And I say, I do.
I like romance too.
No,
You say,
You don’t.
And I look at you,
All bratty and defiant,
And say
Yes. I. Do.
And you reach for me and
Push me against the wall.
You palm my throat,
Slide your hand to
The back of my neck,
Curl your fingers in my hair
And pull me towards your lips.
Before the kiss even starts
I groan into your mouth.
You very gently taste my lips
With just the tip of your tongue
And say,
Low and menacing,
Pulling my hair even tighter,
You. Like. This.
But if you want kisses,
I’ll give you kisses.
And you hold me tight
And kiss me gently
Up against the wall
In my hallway
Outside my bedroom
And when I hear
My phone,
Her ringtone,
I think
Maybe I should feel
A little guilty
Kissing you
On her birthday.
I don’t.
Before you can pull away
I wrap my arms around you
And pull you closer
And you say,
You’re not gonna answer her?
And I say, No.
Not now.
Keep kissing me.
And you do.
In that moment
We choose each other
Over her.
It might be her birthday,
But I am busy
Enjoying my gift
And I might go to hell for it,
But it’s not going to be today.
Today I have to
Make a cake
For my best friend’s birthday.
Right after I’m done
Kissing.
Her.
Husband.