I have been married for three years my husband and I have been together for seven. We have two boys and what you need to know about me is that I am madly in love. With my husband my children and my life. I love what I have. I do not have a white picket fence and we do not have a four bedroom house but we have love and laughter. Of course we fight but that's just proof we still have passion for each other.
We needed something in our lives, tension was high and we couldn't find release nothing we did could settle our anger, tension, fill this hole.
I needed to be touch deeper than his hands, kissed harder than his mouth, I needed something to reach deep inside me and bring me back to life. He needed to be held firmer than my fingers, he needed to be warmed hotter than my touch, he needed to remember what it felt like to sink deep into the folds of someone and bring them to the center of the sun.
As a whole she was beautiful. Not Audrey beautiful but maybe a rebelling over caramelized Marilyn. You had to look for it under the baggy clothes the hats, quick-witted comments and baseball caps but it was there. Lust, Sex, Danger and Taboo. She was my husbands 'niece'. Never related, not blood not marriage an ill placed label that stuck all too well.
8 years my junior and 21 my husbands all more than of age and consenting adults we wanted her and she wanted us and we had each other and will again.
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