He would look at her sternly from across the table,
she captured a glimpse, fingered her wine glass and smiled back.
There was an aroma of flirtation in the dining room,
totally overtaking the freshly baked chicken and ribs.
He was looking at her wildly.
The tension was so intense that the room was heating up
and they feared the fire alarm could go off.
In his head, he imagined racing across the table to where she sat.
His eye on the prey,
His prey was eager to get slayed.
She hurried their two kids away from the dining table.
The kids had fumbled trying to separate the peas on their plate.
“Goodnight dad”, they yelled as she put them to bed.
“I love you, goodnight”, he replied;
as he emptied the remaining wine down his throat.
Creak, Clack! The wooden stairs informed him of her position.
He waited downstairs patiently – Naked.
“Hello wife”, he said as pulled her close to him,
slamming his lips on hers like he was starving for air,
pushing her further and further towards the spinning washing machine.
He placed his arm around her waist,
lifting her up until her feet lost relationship with the floor.
“Oops! Babe”, she said as she sat on the washing machine.
Their eyes were locked like a preacher searching for the truth.
Slowly, he moved his hands up her thigh;
carelessly ripping off the slit on her skirt – further.
His middle finger waywardly escaped from the other fingers;
Further and further in between her legs.
Oh! She grabbed onto the back of his neck,
biting him harder on the side of his neck.
“Excuse me, wifey, I need my head”, he said jokingly.
Putting her hands up above her head – pinning them to the wall.
In a burst of luck, the dryer was now vibrating harder – louder.
Loud enough it camouflaged the sound of ecstasy,
leaving the sleeping kids upstairs oblivious to anything.
He then drifted his lip down to her collar bone,
just enough to get her excited as he drained down her chest
to spend time with the two occupants living there.
He would clamp his teeth gently like he wanted to bite her there,
suddenly he would release it to the slippery feel of his tongue.
“I have a huge crush on you, wifey”, he muffled
as he elevated his head from her breast to her face.
Her smile acknowledged the aphorism of his flattery.
She gave him that look of consent,
Shivering, she swallowed a gallon of air
as he took his head slowly down her neck again,
This time not stopping to say hello to her breast.
His head got lost in between her legs,
but he didn’t need a flashlight to see.
Her moan pointed his tongue in the right direction.
She kicked and thrust like a bird in a cage.
“The walls are vibrating”, the neighbours yelled;
submitting unproven theory about who was winning tonight.
She births a scream of ecstasy and a mad silence followed,
almost like a hidden spring.
Her legs refused her brain’s command to stand,
A knight in ‘all’ armour, he carried her through the creaking stairs
into the bedroom as he laid on his back.
She moved in an oscillatory manner – Fast then slow
Leaving the floor with wound and scratches of their wooden bed.
– ©2019. Phillip Emmanuel ‘F, His Wife and Crush.
Collection: Wild Things (Editorial version) | Image Credit: Pixabay.