LOVE & SEX
The sun had said goodbye for the day and darkness gradually taking over, yet he felt it wasn't time to go home. He had called his wife several times but she wasn't picking up. 'She must be there,' he thought sadly.
He could feel the blood on his face as he drove to the other man's house. From the entrance he heard it... heard the dreadful and soul-shattering sounds. Faint they were but clear enough, still he prayed with all his heart for it not to be true. It wasn't the first time, but he had faith... 'Faith in that bitch?!' a voice so strong from within demanded.
He closed his eyes, knowing full well what his wife was. Fighting back tears, he placed his right hand on the door... the sounds became clearer and clearer... soft moans, voices of two lovers shaking hands in sexual harmony, its tempo rising and falling as bodies dance in blissful lovemaking... 'That's your wife seeing stars under another man...' 'Shut the fuck up!' he wanted to scream at the voice inside his head.
He bit his tongue, bruised it, but the pain was nothing campared to the pain in his heart. Forcefully, he kicked the door open. He saw it, saw the startled look on their faces, but he ignored it. He walked into the room to find the same man having sex with his wife yet again. Out of rage he walked to the bed, dragged the man off of his wife and picked up her clothes from the floor. Without a word he dressed her up and walked her outside. He opened the door for her and she sat down quietly. In silence he drove back to their matrimonial home. 'This is where she belongs,' he said to himself repeatedly, fighting every condemning voices in his head.
They walked into their bedroom and he knelt down before her. With tears falling from his eyes he looked deeply into her eyes and said to her, "I love you, I truly do. Can't you see? Beloved I love you, I can't stop loving you no matter what you do." - N.C. Desmond *************************************** What kind of love is this?
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