The Art of Jealousy

wishing his massive arms were mine I hugged myself                    
from afar I can hear the thundering sound of his heartbeat  while slow dancing sensually as if no one were watching 
but I was, imagining myself grinding vicariously through him
his embrace hard and unloving with a hint of obsessiveness

her left hand holding her head, his naughty words weakening her knees
she smirks with an unsure feeling, her untouched drink signaling SOS
I wanted eagerly to grab the cup and then her hand to rescue her
she looked incredibly beautiful and delicate like the yellow roses in my garden
his stature bruisingly punishing with a wounded warrior's stance
as if in his reality he knew not the peaceful and gentle side of life
his movements brash and mechanical, mine, free and fluid like the sweet blood in her veins 

Oooh! if I were him I would dip and wedge myself snug between        
her separated spaces
my hands would caress her child bearing hips and curvy thighs
a Josephine Baker look alike with erotic lustful misty eyes
my lips would lick the perfume on the back of her neck, ears        
and the insides of her dainty wrist

she looks and smell like something you’d love to eat but wouldn't for fear that if you did you would never not want to experience her again                    
but then you’d say fuck it and eat her moist fleshy morsel anyway, giving into jealous tirades
tasting the pastry pink sides of her soft lips and delicious mouth
then she’d gently straddles my face and ride my elongated tongue into earth shattering ecstasy              
             
my heart raced as she grabbed his forearm, I thought, am I losing her to him
the music sounding so sexy, I was pleading inside baby don’t get caught up in this moment with him
I am near, let me be the one to turn you around and massage your fat bottom whilst you kiss my lips as my constricted hardened cock is pressed against your pelvis
her mouth begging me to take her home, becoming fixed, loving her tenderly
my hands shackling her waist as the ripples and waves maddens me

afraid, I reached out to her and with ease she loosens his hold
shocked yet not surprised as our eyes locked passionately, her warm smile welcoming me

my human frailty of envious emotions forced me to act without fear quickly
I could not bear the not knowing, I refused to live this moment with what if’s
gorgeous and seductive, she’s a one of a kind recherché woman who made jealousy get the best of me.               
                     
The Art of Jealously