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A Forbidden Love (Jason M Smith-Lafayette, LA)


As you lay on our bed, exposed to the world in all your naked glory, I gently
press my lips against yours, savoring their sweet taste.
The smell of your hair lingers in my nostrils, your perfume drifting across
the room.
But you don't respond to me, but then you never did.
But I’m used to that now.
Lying there, cold, unfeeling, uncaring, like you always do.
But, I know your little secret, all the plans you made with him.
I know them all.
You were going to leave me, leave me for him.
But not now, you shall not leave now.
I tenderly take your breast in my hand, caressing it gently, feeling the
firmness in my hand.
But still, you do not respond.
I do not care now though, I know you will not leave me.
You will stay with me, please me, satisfy me.
You can no longer go to him now.
He's lying in our basement, rotting, letting the worms, maggots and rest of
the filth eat his dirty, woman stealing flesh.
All I ever did was try to please you.
I only ever wanted to make you happy, see you smile.
Everything I did was for you, I even killed him for you.
He could never have loved you the way I loved you.
Worship and idolize you like I worship and idolized you.
But, you never loved me back though, not really.
Deep down, you always hated me.
But not anymore.
I've grown accustomed to the coldness you show me.
As I take you once more, I think to myself.
Of all the things I tried to do for you to make you happy.
To make you smile once more.
But it never worked.
All I wanted was a way to make you stay with me, to never leave me.
Yet,the answer was there all along, right before me.
To keep you from leaving me, all I had to do was something so simple and easy.
This was all I had to do.
I only had to kill you.

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