His Thoughts

Who can blame him for reaching out to touch what was offered to him?
Who can blame him for wanting to love and receive love in the coldness of his wife’s affection?
So there she is, can you see her, close your eyes, imagine you’re there
There she is, soft brown curls delicately framing her perfectly formed face
Her wild hazel eyes searching for him, dark and seductively wanting him
Day after day drifting through his world, his life, his self
Day after day loving him, admiring him, adoring him, wanting him
He holds her in his arms, and she holds him back, but wait, what’s that?
He thinks to himself, did she respond? Did she rub herself against me?
When she looks at him he is sure he sees desire and lust in her eyes
When he holds her he can feel her need for him, her sexuality on fire
She wants him, she loves him, she needs him, she craves him – he convinces himself
She walks around him, scantly dressed; today she only wears a t-shirt and knickers
That’s a sure sign he thinks, she wants me to see her, see all of her
She steps out of the bath, a towel lazily draped around her
Walking past him into her room, the lightest brush against him
Almost silently telling him that she needs him, needs him tonight
From her room he hears her preparing for bed
Magically almost she floats from the door way,
Wearing a garment which barely covers all of her, her hair wild around her face
As she walks towards him, he starts to tremble, the love he feels for her wants to explode
She gently holds him, gently kisses his cheek and allows him to kiss her neck
Lets him bury himself in her hair, run his hands down her back, feel her nakedness underneath her thin cotton nightshirt.
She turns and walks away, in the doorway she looks over to him, waves and smiles
His wife now in bed, he quietly treads towards her and opens her door
The soft light streaming through and covering her flesh in hazy light
Sitting gently beside her he softly touches her, softly loves her, softly kisses her, caresses her, feels her sex, warms her insides, and gives her orgasmic moan after orgasmic moan.
In the moonlight they are at one, she loves him and he loves her
In the moonlight, in post sex holding, their love for each other is on fire around them, through them
She gently wipes a tear from her eye, tears of overwhelming joy and love for him
He kisses her lips softly, lost in her, lost in him
There she is can you see her? Close your eyes, imagine yourself there
Can you see her there, lying gently with him, being loved by him, caressed and kissed?
Can you see her, can you imagine it?
Now imagine this
She is 6 years old, and he is her Daddy.
This story is his version of events…..