This is a story of two people I don't know, yet I know their situation because it occurs on a daily, see it pains me to write about this, but this is how things go down sometimes, see you had the wife, real nice, loyal, cooked, clean, would even scheme for her hubby if she could, but when it came to the physical aspect, he treated her as just regular sex, and not as an intimate partnership, no licks, no passion, just a stroke, she had hoped after years of commitment he'd finally get it, but it never amounted to nothin.....then you had the husband, led the house, treated his like a queen, gave her things of material and sentimental value, but what was given was never returned in the favor to savor love between the sheets, there was no downtown trips, no rotating hips, no sexy talk, its like she treated their escapade as a walk instead of a sweaty marathon, and he couldn't get this, so fate would have it one day that both of em would meet, never knowing each other a day in their life, but coffee shops tend to start friendships, they struck up a convo and decided to remain cool, nothin disrespectful, just every now and then convo, until that convo filpped on the physical, see they're mental was stimulated by actual conversation, and the thought of penetration had em both on cloud nine, so on a random night, they met up, their touch was unlike their partners, and they gave each other what their partners didn't give them, and that was an out of body experience, see one hubby didn't lick and half assed when he used the stick, one wifey didn't suck and wanted love making, but she never wanted to f***, and they were both tired until cheatin ran thru their heads, love is love but there was no expression in the bed, no deep kisses, no naughty ambitions, their marriages had hit the point of danger, because no spouse wants to be made to feel like they are a stranger, to the one whom they said I do, and since two didn't believe in the art of pleasin, only one thing could come from that..........cheatin.
Artist JoeMac
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