!!POETIC SPOTLIGHT!! #Dopepiece by @mommy.notmia ・・・ "she grabs my phone and throws my keys at my face. “FUCK YOU!” i deserve it. but i’ll be damned if she can tell that i give in. 'FUCK YOU TOO! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?' i scream to her. hoping she doesn’t see straight through my insecurities. “Who is this?! why is she texting you?! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU AT LAST NIGHT?!” …she continues to interrogate. as the questions repeat all i can think about is her. the way she grabbed my hand. the way she touched me. the way she laughed and smiled at every word and movement i made. she showed me who i was, before her. before my girl. she made me feel alive again. with every negative my girl threw into my face, i reminisced, i felt, i smelled all of the sensual pleasures she, her, the other…made me remember. . . i drift off . . . . . .its heated. after a long night at the bar we are all 5 to six shots in. only to continue the party at the hotel down the way. she grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear. she made me feel as if i had a purpose outside of my routine. she had this dress on that hugged her body perfectly. her ass, her figure…she was confident. she knew she could have any of the men around but she chose me. she took a shot and handed me one. i couldn’t let her down so i took it back. some dripped from the side of my lips and she caught it with her perfectly manicured nails, licking it off of her fingertips. she stared straight into my soul. stealing it from my wife at that very second. i became vulnerable. she felt it. she grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. she kissed my neck and pushed the door closed. i followed. locking it behind us. my hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto the bathroom sink. our bodies fiend for one another. i couldn’t stop. her legs gripped onto me and the rest was a masterpiece of blurred lines." #tmnpoeticspotlight #writerscommunity