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Nobody Knows
Remember the picnic?
That is when you became my goddess, though you didn’t know. You were about the business of being a girl, while I was falling in love with you. And you didn’t know. I watched behind the safety of my sunglasses and fell in love with you. And you didn’t know. Deirdre didn’t know. Nobody knew.
Which is best, don’t you think? That I keep my love secret, even from you? That this filling of my heart and loins should be enough?
When I put Deidre to bed last night, I imagined she asked me if I loved her. I kissed her on the bridge of her nose and pushed the bangs from her forehead. “My beautiful wife,” I told her, “I will always love you.” I imagined her eyes were opened and clear. That the oxygen, the wheelchair, the small refrigerator of medicines weren’t there. That she smiled at me.
And I thank you for that, but you will never know.
Ten
- Smelling the lilac print panties and jerking off. They were your sister’s.
- The crack whore you fucked every night for two weeks. In your mother’s bed. You didn’t even bother to change the sheets before she came home from vacation.
- The Dominatrix you saw in Phoenix. She fucked your ass. So did her dog.
- How many times have you beat off thinking about your wife’s friend? Her sister? Her mother? Her colleague?
- The guy you sucked off at the rest stop.
- The girl you fucked in the ass. Then you made her suck your cock. She was crying the entire time, but she loved you and did it. And you didn’t care.
- Your daughter’s friends. A little young for you, eh? But then, nobody but you knows what you’re thinking about when you fuck your wife…do they?
- Bet you’ve never told anyone about the threesome in Mexico and everything they put up your ass that night.
- The gangbang after the football game when you were a senior. You went last–after four of your buddies. Why did you go down on her before you fucked her? Did you like the taste of all that spooge mixed together?
- The time you wore your wife’s panties to work under your Dockers.
everytime i see you
i remember
the smell of the hair on your arms, your chest
the way you called me baby
over and over
whispering it:
into my ear
through my hair
against the curve of my hip, the flesh of my thigh
and how it made me crazy hot
even though i don’t like being called that
i think about how soft your lips were
on my mouth, and then my clit
the way you looked in my eyes when you fucked me
how i came so hard i got a stitch in my side
everytime i see you
i remember
Never Tell
You must never tell her, my beloved Katerina.
I caress your cheek, looking into your emerald eyes. You nod, your hair moving across the pillow like a liquid, golden halo. My beloved Katerina, if you only knew the depth of my passions, how every breath I breathe is a sacred prayer to you.
I move the sheet below your small breasts to see them one more time. The nipples are going soft now, their color fading from the flaming coral of a few moments ago. Although the seed of my loins is still hot inside your belly, my softened member quivers a bit. You are perfection. How can this hot coal of my desire ever grow cold?
I must take my leave, although my wish is that we were never parted. The dew upon your lashes tells me that you know our time, once again, grows short. In the distance we hear the cock crow, breaking the silence that has kept our secret. I must go now.
Never tell. And I will always love you. Here in the night.
someday
someday
i will come for you
and we will go
away
those left behind
will talk about us
our callous hearts
our selfish desire
fugitives, we will fuck
our way free of them
while fucking them over
fucking convention
fucking expectation
fucking our hearts out
like they knew we would
like the said we would
fucking will be
our new religion
you cock will be my communion
my cunt will be your baptism
and we will be happy
like they knew we wouldn’t
like the said we wouldn’t
