Fiction. (She)

Day 4

I met up with him again.
The secret affair, so glorious.


The way he makes my pulse race,
the way he gets my blood hot.

He makes me sweaty, and I feel more
and more like a woman, with him around.



I return home, to emptiness. I co-habit
with a partner that I no longer feel for. I
prolong the inevitable. As long as he still
cares for me, why not? It's not a drain on
my resources anyway.


Glorious, it's 3 more days till our next meeting.
I can't wait to meet up with him again, the way our
bodies rub together. The way he makes me scream.