(Just a fun little story I thought of while listening to some songs)
It’s been years and you and I have stopped our once intimate touch. I grab your thigh and you pull away, I kiss your neck and you tell me to stop. I start to worry you don’t love me like you used to but we both still smile and tell each other we love each other, every night. I can’t help but feel neglected and tossed aside even though you hug me and tell me you love me. I confess how badly I need you and you tell me that you haven’t felt quite up to it and as my eyes begin to wander, the women I see don’t seem to fill me with the wonder in my heart like you do.
I remember when we first got together and you and I both wanted.
No.
Needed each other badly.
You’d pretend to be unaware as I’d creep up to you, flipping you onto your back as you playfully pushed me off but I’d push down and pull your shirt off, sometimes ripping it but you’d laugh then go back to telling me we shouldn’t but I looked you over lustfully and as I gazed into your eyes said