Secrets

His Secret
Everyone’s secrets vary; but the deeper you dig within the more you realize. I have messed up pretty bad. But in a way I don’t regret it because of the result. I remember when I first met him. Tall, dark hair and a surprising lack of expression. He seemed like a military man being as serious as he was. His eyes seemed so innocent looking and clear but it truly was just a mirror for he wouldn’t ever let anyone into his soul. After his interigation I was given the permission to be his partner. But still his eyes were still a mere reflection. His laughter seemed so realistic and his kisses seemed genuine as his lips played with mine. It seemed as real as the Bright blue sky. We were expecting a surprise within no time at all not long after the new year. Every witness who saw us said it was unlike anything ever witnessed. The physical affliction was so real the surprise was surly the symbol of our love. But not long after the surprise he changed. The midnight was present as I fell victim to his true nature. He casted all love and passion aside and took what he desired. Only thing present was my flesh and my soul which broke. My mind and body numb, my voice gone. Silence fell and bleeding physically. He threw himself aside as I tremble upon the carpet till I felt the cold tile of the bathroom. All I saw was red, just red against the white tile. My mind failed and crawling into the shower. Stiches torn. My body weak and here I lay. As my vision goes black.
By Lexi Merlette5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Fleur
As much as it hurts that my hands will not be the one that encapsulates yours tonight. That my lips will not be the taste that you want tonight. That I can no longer rock you to sleep or kiss you goodnight. That my embrace will no longer be as satisfactory to you as a warm bowl of soup on a cold winter evening. That my presence no longer brings happiness to your delicately beautiful face. That I can no longer run my hands through your silky hair.
By Damilola5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Sweet Beautiful Woman
Dear Sweet Beautiful Woman. I grew up without a role model or an example of what a woman should be. How a woman should act. What a woman should expect of herself and others around. How to set boundaries and stick to them and most importantly how to love thy self. I had read about it but did not really understand what agape love meant. Through your trails and tribulations, your highs and lows and even your darkest moments you displayed this quality. It took a lot for me to pay attention but you never gave up on me. Through my stubbornness and hard headiness you maintained a love for me. You are the one person who stood by my side. You woke me up to realize I had been settling. Settling for just so, for mediocre and for whatever anybody handed me.
By KANDACE5 years ago in Confessions
My husband and I never shut each other out of the bedroom
"When I came home last night, you wouldn't make love to me." This is the opening line of the 1981 Rick James hit Give It to Me Baby. The sentiment of a woman withholding sex is a part of the fabric of many relationships.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions