POETRY - ROMANTIC: Their Promise

©Their Promise

Mimi Wolske, May 2014

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Five years before...had it really been

five years?

Yes,

he thought,

it had, and one side of

his mouth curved up.

Five years before

He would have protested,

laughingly

but still, he would never have

believed

this woman

could hold him in a spell

and he would willingly

be her slave...

to the point of risking

his

tranquility.

What hidden forces of lust and love

had brought about this result?

Were they secretly within him?

Willingly, he wanted to be cast,

bound head to foot, into

her

loving arms.

Now he dreaded the thought he wouldn't be

prudent, that he would act

foolishly—with folly. He no longer

belonged

to himself.

His love, his sex slave, with her

suppleness like a cat and

playful, honest disposition, had,

little by little, glided into every

fiber

of his body.

This woman had become as necessary to him as

eating and drinking...and breathing.

After arriving home from work and

having eaten his dinner, he excused

himself saying he was tired and

wanted to go to bed

at once.

After

dinner, she played her role, mentioned

she wasn't feeling well and

should go to bed early this night.

There was some concern

from her family and they

encouraged her to

seek

her bed.

The woman wanted to run up the stairs,

but not to arouse suspicion,

she only half ran and stumbled

over their dog in her hurry to

reach

her phone

in her private bedroom. She swiped away

beads of perspiration and fell upon

her bed almost giddy with excitement.

Anyone seeing her would have

thought

her drunk.

When her phone rang, all she wanted

was to run to him, gaze into his eyes,

and smile knowing he was just as anxious

to see

her.

They each removed their clothes and

crawled into bed desirous to hear

the words of love and lust and imagine

being in each other's embrace, and then

they

made love.

This languorous couple remained on their

phones for several hours talking of this

and that, neither willing to let go but

knowing

they must.

"I have to go," she sighed.

He whispered he was falling onto his knees

before her and taking her hands in his.

"Goodnight

Sexy Lady,"

he said, but didn't move. "Until the next time."

"No," she said with a heavy sigh. "Not

until next time. That's so indefinite."

"Then when? When will

you

be free?"

She believed she was looking him full in the face.

"The truth? I think I may never be free and

I have no more excuses and I cannot

think

of one."

"Then we must say this is farewell," he said.

"No! I can't do that!" she answered.

She pronounced each word in

terrified

despair.

Then she added, a bit more gently,

and without removing her hands from his...

She told him she loved only him.

"I

must go."

Then came a silence, a long silence,

that was finally broken by him.

"I had a dream and it

scared me.

Understand?"

"Yes," she answered and her heart sobbed.

"Yes," she said again, shuddering. Abruptly

she told him she was bending over his

face

smothering

him with kisses and bursting into sobs,

she said in disjointed sentences...

"I lack the strength to leave you when

you

talk like that.

It scares me. Tell me we shall see

one another still. Give me courage. Give

me assurances. You have need of me still,

Don't

you?

One of these days...please say it and mean it."

"I don't want you to leave, but if you stay,

you know we won't be able to keep our

hands

to ourselves."

She pulled her shaking hands from his

and wrung them afraid to say anything,

afraid not to say something. She couldn't

give

him up.

She'd perish without him and his love.

He didn't want to lose her. He hadn't loved

anyone like her and he knew the pain in his

chest

was heartache.

"Sweetheart," he said, and he hadn't called her

anything endearing in a while and he

hoped she knew he meant it. The

prudent

instincts

of the man awakened and he said,

"Nothing has changed." He took her

in his arms, he told her, and was

kissing

her face.

"This hurts," she sobbed. "I don't know

if I'll be able to last longer than

tomorrow morning without

seeing

you."

"Then I will be here because I

need to see you, too."

Before they closed their eyes, the man
pulled the woman into his embrace and 
whispered, "You belong to me. Never forget
You
Are Mine."
They fell asleep holding their phones

to their ears and listening to and

saying the same words they always said.

Nothing

changed.

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