After a long spell of love making, we lay down beside each other wrapping my arm around her, still naked but covered with a sheet. She was playing with my chest and I was constantly gazing at the ceiling.
Suddenly the silence broke. "So, would you still love me", she paused for a while and completed, "once we're out of this bed?"
I grinned. "Is that a question? Of course I love you", I replied controlling myself.
"Love is something beyond just naked bodies meeting each other", she seemed serious. Perhaps she got the clue. I didn't respond.
After a few minutes, I was left alone in jumble full of bed. I lit a cigarette and thought, "Better die of nicotine than love".
P.S. - I don't smoke, nor do I hate love.
8 After Thoughts:
well isn't he the naughty one. she was right he was using her.
Great piece
Someday, things might change, for good. Till then, a wandering soul plunders.
Nice post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
"Better die of nicotine than love"
I loved this ending line.
But sometimes your insecurities make you ask such questions.
Nice Post.
Keep Writing....
@ fear not the darkness: yeah, he is, but we never know what someone else's life is all about.
@ blasphemous: i hope so too, some day things will change.
@ inquisitive: this is even mine favorite line. and yes, it might be insecurity. thanks for the read
Hey, at least he didn't lead her on any further! I agree that the ending was good, too.
@ matt: hmmm, that is. thanks for the read.
I love the last line! Great poem and sadly the way of relationships sometimes when one person wants more than the other.
@ mindlovemisery: thanks for liking it and yes the expectations of different people are different in a relationship. by the way, its not a poem dear :)
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