OF MAN AND MEN 1997.

A WIFE MUSES ON HER HUSBAND IN IRELAND IN 1997 AND HER FEMALE LOVER.

Nuala lay in bed gazing at the ceiling,
Brian slept after a quick f**k,
his juices lay on her p***y and thighs.

She sighed, looked at the shadows
where the odd vehicle's headlights
came and went, voices from passing
people or drunks on their way home,
she wanted it to have been Una who lay
with her, not Brian and his sweated body,
her hand on her thigh, not his sleep-lain,
wanted her juices drying on her fingers
and skin, not his spent spunk sticky warm.

She loved him though in her own way,
she mused, giving his back a quick glance
in the semi dark, he was kind and thoughtful
in his way, had a loving nature as some men
may, that way of looking with big eyes stare,
his silly jokes and such, but Una she loved
the more and deeper sought her body and her
mind and her sexual games and foreplay depths.

How could she treat Brian so? he deserves
much more and better, does not deserve this
plain betrayal she had bred, not the stab in
the back to cause him hurt within his head.

Una had quickened her to sexual heights as
he could not, opened her up with a single touch
which he left lame, Una knew just where to feel
or hold to bring her on where he just fumbled in
a schoolboy manner and gave it one and shot and
then lay down to deeper sleep or hollow slumber.

She turned and faced the window's dim light of
moon and stars or traffic's passing by just now
and then and mused on the failure her man and men.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

A raw erotic write Terry.....

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, andrew