I KNEW, TOO
She climbed into my bed in search of something she will not find but eventually settle.
Anything with me, was enough for her.
Even though it was for a moment. Temporary. She was ok with that.
She’ll hurt, but she’d rather have that than nothing from me.
She’ll take the temporary pleasure with the everlasting pain.
It wasn’t what she wanted, but it was something.
My body holds up the weight of hers, as she pressed herself against me.
She embraced every moment we shared in order to find a sense of love and home she yearned for.
She kissed me.
Her lips were moist with vulnerability. A taste I’ve grown accustomed to.
I tightened my grip around her waist.
She clenched tight as she welcomed me in.
A doorless doorway she’d become for me.
One I’d come and go through as I pleased.
She hated it, but couldn’t resist.
Powerless, she left it doorless for me.
So, tonight I came.
Again.
And as countless times before, she got a glimpse of the happiness she fancied.
She felt the grip of the man she craved.
She shared a moment with someone she desired to be wanted by.
A want she’d lust after for years when my hands would explore her naked body as a blind a man would in a foreign room. A want that would leave her restless when she’d paint my lips with her vulnerability.
She couldn’t help but allow her insecurities, disguised as goosebumps, to escort my hands along her nakedness as I’d kiss behind her ears and eventually tightly wrap my fingers around the past bruises of her neck.
She’d find herself in a trance.
She knew it wouldn’t last, so she gave it her all.
She made me feel like a king.
Her king.
I’d let her praise my skin as her nails would dig deep into it.
Her eyes would scream the love she felt for me as she’d moan in ecstacy enjoying the ride.
She’ll hold composure to not dare her lips to speak the truth her eyes told.
But I knew.
She was gentle like the moonlight but her loving was fierce like the noon rays of the sun.
She was enough to ignite the insides of any man.
But to me, this was just another weekday. Just another act.
I couldn’t help but feel empty as I looked at her. Feel nothing but mere pleasure as we shared my sheets.
Nothing more.
My bed had become a battlefield that catered her needs and my wants.
The inevitable war that would break out between the two always ended with my wants being victorious.
Her white towel never caught light of my bedside lamp.
Defeated, she’d leave but eager to fight, she’d return. Continuously.
It was sad.
I never understood how she felt so filled by such emptiness.
Her need for love blinded her of the truth she’d struggle to overcome, but assisted her to cum time after time.
Our incompatibility was obvious.
She had to know.
I knew.
