Sidebar pt.4

Slowly the door opens…

and the glare from the hallway daubs my face,

A figure appears…

lingering at the doorway as if contemplating its actions; pace by pace.

My first impulses are to run…

instead I clench my sheets and close my eyes in fear,

“Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts”

I silently chant as the “unknown” grew near.

My heart pumped, sweat dripped...

I swallowed so hard I almost choked,

It pulled away my sheet and spoke....

"Olsfred its 9 o'clock! Time to get up
You’re late for work!"

Olsfred James 2013©

Rose

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There is no pleasing you.

Between these lines

There is no giving you satisfaction

With all these lies

No, getting over me now that you’ve let me in

No, am sorry for the pain once we begin

So do what you want too

Do what you must

How would he react

Should he find out?

How would you react

If I walked out?

Does he still see the innocence in your eyes?

Does he still raise the goose bumps on your thighs?

So if it’s easier, think of me

Then let him caress your body

If it’s easier, think of me

Then let him kiss you softly

Let him call you his own,

If it’s easier, think of me

Fake it if you’re both alone

If it’s easier, think of me.

The remnants of this affair will always remain

So tell him you love him

Say it and mean it

But we both know it’s in vain

Sunrise to sunset wear that smile

Mask that pain

Wait for that moment

Until you finally see me again

Olsfred James 2013©