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He watches her, secretly from behind the bedroom door. Her lips parted, coloured, and seductive. Her eyes eager, excited but guarded. She plays with a stray curl over a near naked shoulder, and stares at her reflection, pensive and alive. She admires the silk, cool against her skin, stroking her leg she smiles to herself. He watches her, struck by her brazen beauty, angered by her smile. Her familiar smell fills the expectant room, her perfume, he bought. She slips on a powerful heel, moves across the room and peers restlessly through the window. The quiet tension of the bedroom grips him, each practised careful movement she makes both excites him and sickens him.He swallows hard..choking. But I love you, he whispers to himself. He watches her, dressing her infidelity.

He watches her from the kitchen door, her graceful body clothed in his shirt, moves to sit on the kitchen chair. The chair from the antique store, his find, her delight. The smell of morning coffee already stale, hangs in the air. She runs her finger up and down a glass playing with the water droplets, smiling she sucks on her finger tip, letting it linger for a second too long. She looks up, shocked to see him towering over her,she looks into his tortured eyes. He straddles her, his strong thighs suffocating hers, pressing her arched back into her favourite chair. He reaches up behind her neck and pulls her hair down hard, her mouth a breath away from his. Smelling of sweat, pain and alcohol, he kisses her hard, his tongue, stabbing and unfamiliar in her mouth. He releases her, she gags, he laughs.

She flees to the sanctuary of the bedroom, their bedroom. The bedroom still taught with frenzied sex and forbidden secrets, no longer welcomes her. She curls her wretched body into the bed, the bed she loves, now signifying lies, deceit and pain. He watches her, angry cheated and defeated, from the bedroom door. She sobs into the folds of silk she wore with raw passion and pleasure. He leaves.

She peers through the window, restlessly. Loves lost to a night of seduction and sex, become easier to bare. Men come and go, transient and enticingly different in their ways. She moves across the room, slips on a powerful heel, and smiles at her reflection. Her eyes, knowing and hungry, her body tense and eager, dress her infidelity.

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He watches her, secretly from behind the bedroom door. Her lips parted, coloured, and seductive. Her eyes eager, excited but guarded. She plays with a stray curl over a near naked shoulder, and stares at her reflection, pensive and alive. She admires the silk, cool against her skin, stroking her leg she smiles to herself. He watches her, struck by her brazen beauty, angered by her smile. Her familiar smell fills the expectant room, her perfume, he bought. She slips on a powerful heel, moves across the room and peers restlessly through the window. The quiet tension of the bedroom grips him, each practised careful movement she makes both excites him and sickens him.He swallows hard..choking. But I love you, he whispers to himself. He watches her, dressing her infidelity.

He watches her from the kitchen door, her graceful body clothed in his shirt, moves to sit on the kitchen chair. The chair from the antique store, his find, her delight. The smell of morning coffee already stale, hangs in the air. She runs her finger up and down a glass playing with the water droplets, smiling she sucks on her finger tip, letting it linger for a second too long. She looks up, shocked to see him towering over her,she looks into his tortured eyes. He straddles her, his strong thighs suffocating hers, pressing her arched back into her favourite chair. He reaches up behind her neck and pulls her hair down hard, her mouth a breath away from his. Smelling of sweat, pain and alcohol, he kisses her hard, his tongue, stabbing and unfamiliar in her mouth. He releases her, she gags, he laughs.

She flees to the sanctuary of the bedroom, their bedroom. The bedroom still taught with frenzied sex and forbidden secrets, no longer welcomes her. She curls her wretched body into the bed, the bed she loves, now signifying lies, deceit and pain. He watches her, angry cheated and defeated, from the bedroom door. She sobs into the folds of silk she wore with raw passion and pleasure. He leaves.

She peers through the window, restlessly. Loves lost to a night of seduction and sex, become easier to bare. Men come and go, transient and enticingly different in their ways. She moves across the room, slips on a powerful heel, and smiles at her reflection. Her eyes, knowing and hungry, her body tense and eager, dress her infidelity.