sexydeltagirl
05-11-06, 03:42 PM
There is no use in pretending that I'm sleeping..
When I hear him slide his key in the door...
He tries to do it so quietly hoping that the second lock doesn't...
Wake me but it does..
He tiptoes into the kitchen and pulls out the dinner...
That's always waiting for him...
I can hear him chewing and it sends a shot straight through me...
She doesn't cook for him...
But she does something else...
I don't have to question what it is..
Because everytime I try to give him oral sex he resist my advances...
Telling me I use that mouth to kiss his kids...
No woman of his will ever do that...
So he strays to her bed...
Allows that woman to become...
His personal whore....
He gives me backshots slowly and the missionary position....
There's no pulling of the hair, no smacks on my derriere....
He says, he only "fvks her" but he "makes love" to me...
But if love was supposed to bring him home last night it didn't...
I hear the water running..
He's trying his best to wash away her scent...
But even after all the the excessive scrubbing...
I can still smell her...
And as he slides into bed...
I surpress my need to vomit...
As he places a kiss so passionately on my forehead...
I open my eyes slighty...
Look up at the cieling and whisper...
I'm pathetic...
When I hear him slide his key in the door...
He tries to do it so quietly hoping that the second lock doesn't...
Wake me but it does..
He tiptoes into the kitchen and pulls out the dinner...
That's always waiting for him...
I can hear him chewing and it sends a shot straight through me...
She doesn't cook for him...
But she does something else...
I don't have to question what it is..
Because everytime I try to give him oral sex he resist my advances...
Telling me I use that mouth to kiss his kids...
No woman of his will ever do that...
So he strays to her bed...
Allows that woman to become...
His personal whore....
He gives me backshots slowly and the missionary position....
There's no pulling of the hair, no smacks on my derriere....
He says, he only "fvks her" but he "makes love" to me...
But if love was supposed to bring him home last night it didn't...
I hear the water running..
He's trying his best to wash away her scent...
But even after all the the excessive scrubbing...
I can still smell her...
And as he slides into bed...
I surpress my need to vomit...
As he places a kiss so passionately on my forehead...
I open my eyes slighty...
Look up at the cieling and whisper...
I'm pathetic...