Maybe I thought like that because my husband was not interested of my navel.
She looked up at this shadowed figure for a moment before taking in the last image of the slightly oval shape of her innie as her soft slim belly rose and fell with her breathing.
The sunlight outside the window was waning and shadows were beginning to grow across the floor.
The kid's abdomen held dark bruises and his navel was hidden beneath a dark scab of dried blood.
I had to believe him cause he showed me the internet article.
He first kissed me there, small kissed with no tongue.