Friday, May 8, 2009

And it goes on...

I don't know what to make out of these out-of-the-blue bits of news that come travelling to me that my husband may be going around with another woman. I spend most of my day with him and I cannot understand when he would have the time to go and meet another woman. Of course, if we wants to, there are a thousand pretexts to do that, but would he be so vain as to attempt something that would malign his reputation if he were spotted with somebody? He swears and promises to me there's nothing and just when I start believing in him, something springs up to make me want to be suspicious again. Perhaps there are friends who are trying to help me just now but if I continue to be in denial, they may decide to stop and let me live in my fool's paradise. But then again, there are friends who tell me to make nothing out of such rumours - "gossip" they call it. My instinct? What use is it because it oscillates this way and that till I'm just a bunch of confused nerves. I sometimes think I could hire a detective to look up RG, but if there's no base to these rumours and if RG gets to know I did something like that, he would be devastated. Yes, I still give him the benefit of doubt because I don't have any proof to hold against him. It's just his word against others'. Whom should I believe? Would you believe in your husband or would you believe people you don't even know?

Monday, March 9, 2009

In my imagination


In my imagination
You were the guy
Who could not keep his hands off me
Who groped for my curvaceous back in the dark
To pull close to you,
To feel the butter smooth skin of the fleshy waist.

In my imagination
You were the guy who burnt hot kisses into my breast
In the dark of the night
Who made my lips quiver
And my insides ache
With want of you.

In my imagination
You were the guy who held me close
To caress
To pluck my nipples from my breast
With wet lips
And feel my thighs with callused palms

In my imagination
You were the guy who wanted me
Every night
To have and consume, to savour
Like a man must a woman he loves.
I orgasmed with the thought.

In my imagination
You were the guy
Who would turn me around
To kiss me on the nape of my neck,
My arched back,
My soft butt.

In my imagination
You were the guy
Whose hands I let explore
Every tiny crevice, curve and fold
Of my willing body.
I saved myself up for you.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Did I forget, forgive or ignore?