Nitty~Gritty

random thoughts about my life

My lover is to my left writing. He’s writing poems these days.  His sketchpads float throughout the house waiting to be read but I dare not read his thoughts without permission.  Tonight he’s sharing, well worth the wait.  He’s captured moments in time with few words.  Some moments we’ve shared and some not. I can picture both.  His poems allow me to feel his soul, hear his love, and capture his enthusiasm.  As I listen, I plan my attack.  Tonight I will make love to him like usual.  We never ask each other.  Why ask when you know the answer.  I can’t stand just listening to him.  Seductive thoughts take over.  I look lovingly but I know my love will quickly turn into fucking. That’s ok; we’re good at fucking.   I act like I’m listening but I can taste him already. The wedding ring turns me on.  He’s taken. By me.  I stare, planning my move.  I think I’ll get on my knees between his legs and look up at him.  He’ll lean down, kiss me and put the pen down.

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