<3 It's still a blatant lie,
but in my own words...
To the other woman,
The first time he mentioned your name,
I imagined I'd be dealing with something a bit more impressive
than this.
In fact,
the first time
he even told me you even existed
I had to think he was talking about someone who could even fake my stature.
Child,
do your frail bones creak more than the bed when he makes love to you.
You're more wet behind the ears than he could ever get you wet between your legs
Your hands are nowhere near long enough to do the job mines do.
Sweetie....
When I witnessed your tiny hand
replace mine in his
my sweat took on colors
and a mind of it's own.
Rush delivered itself to the places his torso would miss the most.
Like the palms of my hands.
I curved my wrist and let Salvador slip to my fingertips,
trace the places of my room where he left his scent.
Left concrete evidence of his once presence there
so I wouldn't drive myself crazy swiping at memories like mirages.
Do you ever catch yourself wishing
you could get your palms to sweat as much as mine
when you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck.
I want you to pretend.
Pretend his touch excites you as much as it does me,
pretend you are familiar with a slow stroke of man
who make you orgasm with just the heat of his fingertips.
A caress with a butterfly effect,
setting off tidal waves miles down my spine.
Your spine
slouches under a weight you are not strong enough to carry,
wear his love like a burden,
do you ever grow tired of bending over.
You are in a critical stage of physical development,
you stay in that position for too long now,
and you will never grow out of it.
Just know,
my spine never curves.
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