Before that day you had never met her.
Never seen her.
Never heard her voice or smelt her Clive Christian perfume.
And yet today and there on your marital bed, you and a rival you did not know to exist have been locked in each others embrace for hours.
Sweating. Sobbing. Suffering. And yet still clinging onto whatever grasp you can find on one another’s naked skin.
Intent on breaking through and past will, spirit, and the audacity to lay claim to the same.
A desire to pull together and hold that maintains, even after lips have parted in a tear-shaken submission. The motivation renewed though different. For one, it being the first step towards inflicting punishment and humiliation. And for the other, a gentle and unspoken prayer of mercy.
A request for peace and empathy — hopeless though it may be.
Very hot indeed 😉