It wasn’t my entire fault.
Granted, as I am the woman, I am the blame.
I beseech you to understand my grounds and hopefully forgive me for what I am about to say.
I have been on both ends of the matter.
Yet, being on this end hurts just as much.
I do not blame you for your hatred towards me, as I knew what he was.
Nonetheless, I continued to look for him.
I did not care for his words nor his feelings towards me.
You see at the time, I was spreading for so many, that I cared not for his passions, but only for my own.
I never expected to find the hidden treasures within him.
He befriended me, romanced me, and seduced me in such a manner that the heavens have never witnessed before.
He claimed his feelings were true,
He burdened such strong emotion and virtue that he now rested within my heart and no longer in yours.
However, his ways were too strong and eventually overcame my being.
He treated me with such delicacy, such intimacy…that I have never felt.
I was no longer his concubine, but his woman.
As the days progressed, my lays became less and less…until there was only one.
Your husband.
True as you may believe, he is your husband.
But, in those moments of true passion,
When his lips pressed up against mine,
And his hands gently caressed my face and then slowly made their way down my neck and coupled my breast…he was mine.
He entered me slowly and screamed out in passion and promised me that I am the only thing he wants in this world.
Afterward, when our release lingers in the air, he holds me close, afraid to let go.
He is mine.
I have told him to go on his way several times and yet he always comes back.
There’s a connection here that you have never felt with him nor will you ever feel it.
That belongs to me.
My conscious eats away at me, for I have stood in your shoes many lives before.
I will no longer feed off your husband, for I have taken what I needed.
It’s time for you to pick up the pieces and fix what went wrong.
Hopefully, you will give him what I give him and he won’t come knocking on my door.
For if he does, I will answer it.
And I can not promise that the next time, I will send him home.

03/21/2010

Posted on 03/21/2010
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