Uploaded by Jibril Lawal on August 09, 2013
My husband and I made love today.
He took me by surprise. I was dressing up when he came in. He took my bra from my hands, dropped it on the floor and bent me over the dresser. He was fast and we were done in a few minutes.
I wanted more. I was like parched earth needing rain.
Afterwards, he sat on my bed and cried, burying his greying head in my belly.
I held him, marveling at how powerfully his shoulders heaved and trying to remember how it was the last time we made love, five long years ago.
"I did not come to you all these years," he said unbidden. "Because the day my mother died all you could think of was sex."
I stroked his head and held back the words I wanted to say to him.
"I thought it would comfort you," I wanted to say but instead I thought of my date with my lover.