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Grace
“So am I forgiven?”
She asked me this
As she lowered herself onto my resolve.
A confession that three
Strangers had separately
Delivered their exuberant unprotected offerings
To where I now nestled
Had, hours before,
Left me numb.
But here I was, hard and hungry
Wanting her more
Trusting her less,
Desiring, damaged and demented
By the yawning loss
In my hollowed-out heart.
Flexing to meet her fluid warmth
Her firm, rising breasts diffused
Through the mounting memory of a tear
“There’s nothing to forgive”
I lied.
And came.
She asked me this
As she lowered herself onto my resolve.
A confession that three
Strangers had separately
Delivered their exuberant unprotected offerings
To where I now nestled
Had, hours before,
Left me numb.
But here I was, hard and hungry
Wanting her more
Trusting her less,
Desiring, damaged and demented
By the yawning loss
In my hollowed-out heart.
Flexing to meet her fluid warmth
Her firm, rising breasts diffused
Through the mounting memory of a tear
“There’s nothing to forgive”
I lied.
And came.
Published 18th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Conflicted feelings here all right. Very hard to write. We had returned from a holiday which had been great - we were very intimate and close - and she told me that before the holiday she had been unfaithful, having unprotected sex with 3 guys she met online. I was shocked, numbed yet had an almost immediate erection and was consumed with passion. She gently led me to the bedroom and we enjoyed incandescent sex. The memory is still visceral.
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