Soft kisses, moans of pleasures, in and out of her love box. She comes with pleasure, shouts her love for me and I simply grunt. The moment passion ends the question knocking on my heart, my soul and head is do I love her? She and I in the beginning of the day are strangers married. In the middle of the day we are engaged to being enemies. At night she slips off her dress showing her body and immediately we become lust filled human beings doing what lovers do. Do I Love Her after the orgasm is gone? She has been my wife, the mother of my children and yet I cannot honestly say I am in love. I am with her out of reasons silly to most. It is cheaper to keep her. She is a woman of power she owns me and if I fire her then she will allow the wrath of hell to devour me.
Inside of her she loves me because she can control me. She made me the man I am. She rescued me from my past. How do I pack up and walk away from her, our life and our children? I'm tired of pretending she and I are one. Divided by truth and bonded by lies from my heart. I stay. I stay when I want to leave. I am trapped by her. I am trapped by me. Twisted because I clearly know the answer. She stirs kisses the nape of my neck, her fingers on my ear. She hisses and I know she is ready to make love again. As commanded I respond but my heart whispers, " I don't love her."
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.