Third-Party Observations
Secretly, she fell in love with him.
In some way.
Not sure how exactly.
But she did.
I think I noticed the look on her face one day. She was telling him a joke, and he laughed. And she's always loved making people laugh, but when he laughed her face changed. She was electric and her face blushed hot.
I could hear her heart pound as if it were my own. She was beginning a dangerous game and she was excited, thrilled and turned on.
At night, I'd go to sleep peacefully. I would do the same routine, preparing for a gentle slumber and frankly speaking, I was (and still am) very content with the company I keep. I wanted for nothing, longed for nothing.
But suddenly my nights turned into her nights. And her nights were lustful, compulsive and fiery. Her dreams were wicked and her dreams manifested in my head night after night. The man she longed for, began to take up residence in my nightly thoughts.
My forehead dripped sweat, my skin pulsed and my body ached in my sleep. She was so far beyond, so far gone that he took my rest as well as hers.
I confronted her. Told her what was happening and that crazy girl laughed. She was crazy.
She wanted to be wanted. And oddly enough, he wanted her too. Why, is beyond me. She was kind of plain, but I could see how she captured him.
He fell in love with her too. Like, really fell. Madly. He wanted her but for whatever reason, he couldn't quite get her where he wanted. I think I noticed his fall from grace before I noticed hers, but his was much more than a love.
All day long his insanity began to infect me. I lived what he felt. And what he felt was that she was the beginning and the end. I lived every day knowing what he wanted and he wanted her all; mind, body and life-force. Every time he saw her, he thought of undressing her, kissing her, colliding into her over and over. He wanted to spend his life wrapped up in her craziness and joy and never leave.
He obsessively mumbled her name and my tongue would speak in synchrony with his. It began to cripple me, crush my body.
I craved his cravings. I desired her desires.
Their love was a new wickedness.
By Trishanna Persaud
08/04/2020
In some way.
Not sure how exactly.
But she did.
I think I noticed the look on her face one day. She was telling him a joke, and he laughed. And she's always loved making people laugh, but when he laughed her face changed. She was electric and her face blushed hot.
I could hear her heart pound as if it were my own. She was beginning a dangerous game and she was excited, thrilled and turned on.
At night, I'd go to sleep peacefully. I would do the same routine, preparing for a gentle slumber and frankly speaking, I was (and still am) very content with the company I keep. I wanted for nothing, longed for nothing.
But suddenly my nights turned into her nights. And her nights were lustful, compulsive and fiery. Her dreams were wicked and her dreams manifested in my head night after night. The man she longed for, began to take up residence in my nightly thoughts.
My forehead dripped sweat, my skin pulsed and my body ached in my sleep. She was so far beyond, so far gone that he took my rest as well as hers.
I confronted her. Told her what was happening and that crazy girl laughed. She was crazy.
She wanted to be wanted. And oddly enough, he wanted her too. Why, is beyond me. She was kind of plain, but I could see how she captured him.
He fell in love with her too. Like, really fell. Madly. He wanted her but for whatever reason, he couldn't quite get her where he wanted. I think I noticed his fall from grace before I noticed hers, but his was much more than a love.
All day long his insanity began to infect me. I lived what he felt. And what he felt was that she was the beginning and the end. I lived every day knowing what he wanted and he wanted her all; mind, body and life-force. Every time he saw her, he thought of undressing her, kissing her, colliding into her over and over. He wanted to spend his life wrapped up in her craziness and joy and never leave.
He obsessively mumbled her name and my tongue would speak in synchrony with his. It began to cripple me, crush my body.
I craved his cravings. I desired her desires.
Their love was a new wickedness.
By Trishanna Persaud
08/04/2020
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