Of love, Lust, and Jealousy

Then one day in the corner of your eye is seated your beloved in another's arms. You cannot believe it. All beauty goes stale. You begin shaking. Adrenaline floods your veins. All life flushes before your eyes, searching for what you might have done wrong. What you might have done wrong in the manner of exiting the womb. Then comes the pain of betrayal. Your heart begins clawing its way towards your gaping mouth. You're suddenly out of breath. The pain is impossible. You are drenched in sweat as you are about to give birth to your heart through your mouth ;love turning into hate then self pity . Suddenly you don't know what to feel any more. Didn't you promise to love her unconditionally? Does that include cheating? You walk away, every step carrying with it labour pains of one giving birth to his heart.

After the sky has puzzled for what seams to be eons over what color to wear as the sun goes to sleep it chooses umber and sprinkles of pink. Your beloved's favorite colors. And it feels as if nature itself is mocking you. Mother nature must be rolling with laughter. Shy tears sneak out of the corners of your eyes. Then suddenly a flood of violent gallant brave tears break free with a gasp of pain raising for your gaping mouth. "How could she do this to me, " you ask.

When all life is dissolved in a sea of hurt, when reality begins to settle at the bottom of the hollow housing pieces of your heart; you hear a tap on the door. It's her. "what does she want now, " you ask. But your love rises from the ashes of your broken heart. And it speaks with a certain heaviness, weighed down by guilt. "Come in," it says. And their she stands. Her hair washed , her skin soft and supple, her lips inviting.

She's clean but all you see is filth. You can't stand her touch. It makes your skin crawl. All you can feel are traces of the filth she's been with. You can't stand her lips, "what if she sucked him, " you ask. She senses the tension and asks what's up. And suddenly you're overcome with Lust. You only want to eat her. Your love has suddenly grown teeth and tiger jaws. You're going to eat her till your heart belches in satisfaction.

You try to act tough. But she can see you've been crying. The shoulders she's always relied on are crumpling. And she's scared. You tell her theirs nothing wrong but she knows you. She knows every atom of your body and thought. Ever since you laid your eyes on her, she's fucked all your atoms with her beauty so she knows you.

She reaches for you holding you tight and you grow hard. Inside you are worlds apart. A strong concoction of love and hate. Thick molten Lust. You hold her without knowing. She's crying, desperate to enter your mind. Suddenly your lips give in. You kiss her on the lips, gently. Then you swallow her face whole.

A beast in you has awoken.

You pull down her skirt, tear open her shirt, scattering buttons all over. And every din of the dropping buttons only boils your blood. You eat her nipples for lunch. She's crying softly, breathing like an angry bull. She has no pants . Your fingers are met by on rushing juices, the remains of a melted cunt. A flood of bartholin fluids coming to remind your fingers of what they will be missing. You bury your face in that thing. And there and then you decide to take her. Your cock beckoning her cunt.

You go slow then deep and hard. Finally the beast has awoken and your territory you will mark . You pump hard to purge her heart of the filth she was with. Images of her legs on his shoulders cross your mind. And you fuck her hard to cleanse her thoughts of him. She's calling your name, so she doesn't love him you think. She's gushing like a whale and you're beating up that thing. Drilling it hard and deep. Lust stares down with pride as she's poured deep in that sweet cunt. She weeping and breaking the wind and you can't let her go. She's yours and nobody will have her. She holds tight her mouth open. And you try to look for your cock in her throat. Then you cum deep at the doors of her womb.

It's Friday the 13th on her menstrual calendar. You look her in the eye, she looks happy and satisfied then she says cousin John said "hello". Then everything comes back. She had told you her cousin John was in town.