Resting on my bed, in the insomniac midnight air of the second day of September, I come to you blemished. Bearing sins of six generations of an oblivious Sodom. To sit down with you and disentangle the mystery of a man that holds both our hearts in his arms.
I have thought about you, about the possibility of you being there. And the possibility that the mumble he swallows in the jangle of our lovemaking is an attempt to warn me that there is another like me. Or the stains on his shirt are maps I can trace with my fingers to get to you. Or the keylock on the phone is the wall I need to jump over and find you, squatting, waiting for him. Or the fast pounding of his heart when he is kissing me insanely is a silent sentence that speaks of you.
No, do not inflame in disgust. Do not stand me against a yardstick and calculate my worthlessness. Like you, I have disregarded any possible hint from my conscience that there might be another, except on moments like these. I have hungrily eaten his words with my ears. Thawed into discipleship by this man. I have lost my sanities in a fiery flare of the heart. I have spread my thighs in clean linen, quenching my thirst in his manliness.
Nights like today, and mornings like tomorrow, I have let him melt in my mouth like a piece of candy. How does he taste? Like caramel and chocolate with a little tease of saltiness. And in those nights and mornings, I have wanted only him, the music in the player and our throbbing loins to be my only husbands.
And after we are done, heaving in the ‘sighs’ of satisfaction, sleeping next to him as he snores away , I have thought about you; like I am doing now. I have wondered what you are doing. If you are trying to call him? Or it is your text he ignored earlier. Or if he calls you the same sweet names that he calls me. How does he taste like? Does he also love his food with a lot of onions? Does he make his eggs in the morning?
Do not call me neurotic. Let us just be real, you are a huge possibility. Man is vast in needs, and they are rarely gratified. Or my inadequacies render me hopeless to these degrees, leaving me ricocheting in between the possibilities of you existing.
I wonder about us, who in between the two is the other woman…and who between the two of us has sinned and fallen short of glory. Or is it him? The dirty guck that I keep pulling back from my clogged sink drain? Or am I an enemy of my own peace? Wasting my after-sex moments cuddling with my worry? Wondering and whining in my aloneness?
It would lend my gaping voids inner richness to know that you are not there. That you do not exist at all. That when my hands interlock with his, and our bodies are rocking and blood bulges on his veins in the forehead, it is not because he is worried I will know, but because the ecstasy overwhelms him. That the marks on his back are my own. My nails’ imprints. I. Alone. That when he gets lost in his silent moments, it is I he gets lost with. And as he turns in his sleep now, asking me why I am still awake, and as I wrap my body around him to get lost in my own dreams, I believe only the voice that tells me you are not there. So I choose to end this story happy, stabbing you off my thoughts. Cinderella gets her prince, and the rhythm of my mans’ breathing and my own breathing lulls me to sleep. I shall think about you tomorrow.
(To the woman that has ever spent sleepless nights ulcerating herself over possibilities of him being a cheat. )
Or the stains on his shirt are maps I can trace with my fingers to get to you.
I had missed your writing, immensely!
this is awesome to say the least…
wow! You are a good writer, well expressed n deep! Nice one
This must be framed & put up somewhere. My word! Great read.
Eish! You can write… This is where I coil my tail and consider shutting down my blog! Good Stuff|!
Hehe I’m with you on that!
Way too familiar of only it always ended this way. Great post.
This is a good read for TGIF very creative. talented!
nice…
Wah… time stood still as I read this piece… More please? can I have some more?
A standing ovation for JN. Good stuff.
I come to you blemished. Bearing sins of six generations of an oblivious Sodom. To sit down with you and disentangle the mystery of a man that holds both our hearts in his arms.
This is why in you, I have a sister.
brilliant stuff
I loved it…so true so true…this is amazing..that is reality,ur an amazing writer.
Slow golf clap…,
Well expressed and so damn true!! You’re a great writer anticipating for more…
Ndinda, I’m now certain that I want to marry a writer.
This quite captures it. Been there before, every woman gets insecure sometimes, wondering what he sees in ya and if he sees what you feel you lack in her… wondering who she is, listing all his friends in your head – is it her? No, maybe it’s that other one…
I like how you weave them words. Brilliant writing.
you are an awesome writer!
Wow!! You sure do have a way of getting a message across…
Lovely piece!
Beautiful writing, a great story. . . I just love it, you put words together so beautifully, …. a story that captures my mind. . . keep writing, i am hooked to your work!
Wow! I love this piece. Great read. 🙂
What? Aren’t you losing precious memories thinking about the ‘other woman’ when the man is here and now. just open your eyes sweetie. Am snoring yes. but satisfied. do i look like I got another like you somewhere?
wow, great read gal. you got the bombest way of weaving words and am always so proud of you.
Hopeless romantic you are, beyond help *smh* 🙂
BEAUTIFUL! Just the kind of writting i’d want to read on a friday night. Beautiful
Standing ovation cuzo!
Yes.
You are amazing. To actually make me glimpse the mind of a woman and understand/feel it. I am awed.
Lovely….. Mirrors the sentiments of many women…. Superb..am officially a fun!
jacque….teach me how to write…damn this is beautful….
WAT that was great, I have not read anything like it. Great stuff !!!!
What a vivid depiction of ur thoughts… I love ur story…
True dat
Wow wow.Great writer
How much more would a writer express this?? I love the angle from which this piece is done and the flow. the imagery etc etc..Wow!! You just seem to be getting better and better at what you do fro the last pieces.
This is amazing; a door into the inner room where many a woman’s worries are stored. Captivating indeed.
You are a remarkable writer…glad I found your blog.
DOPE….. to say the least. brilliant read!
wonderful read…we’v all been there one day, one time… #iRelate
This is a heart-stopping read…stirs up my dark & twisties…gets them all agitated…
ths is great stuff….highly appreciated
i love the way u weave ur words great piece really enjoyed it.
Awesome!! Every womans story right there 😉
Poetic
Reality woven into a story that is word played like a poem. Love it
wow!
words escape me…lovely piece..
Wow! Si Ndinda is a writer, this is what we call twisting words, very awesome!
love it! 🙂
Wow! You’re a gifted writer….
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That’s 1st class creativity. Thumbs up!
Thank you for your kind words good people. Thank you also for reading. Sadly, I havent written for a very long time and I have come back to this post to look for inspiration. This happens to be a post I am very proud of
I am that girl… Took the words right out of my heart! 🙂
Amazing writer you are…following you ‘pap’.
I have read this post like 10 times but never commented. The detail and emotion in it is overwhelming.
I like.
Thank you Kevin
Trust me,you just put in words what every gal thinks/fears.. really profound piece..you go gal!
Every girl had these fears you know! Thanks girl
wow, this is deep.ur talented Ndinda….fly with it..
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words
AMAZING…I ALWAYS LOVED YOUR WORK! THIS ARTICLE RE-IGNITED THAT LOVE …OH YES! I AM SHOUTING
hahaha Sheila!!!! Thank you for that
Wow. You spoke for us all and so eloquently. You made my heart stop.
I hope it is back to beating eh? 🙂 hehe thank you !!!
brilliant wow wat a masterpiece
thank you Vinnie!
waw cool staff here
thank you!
waw interesting
i can feel your anguish with eachh word. “does he like his food with alot of onions” . Love the writing, hope the mental torture ended.
To the women i may have shared…… As if i doubt my words are slured, wondering if what i am saying is supposed to be to you or she who is to come…
nice piece! creative writting by all standards.
I enjoyed this, thoroughly.
Dat was great….happens alot
nyc
Wow,i really like!!!Very descriptive writing
I love the way you put it down right from your mind……awesome!!
superbe!!! amazing article and points out the realities of what’s going on in every woman’s mind
This is my first time here, and I’m totally swept off my feet!
Just stumbled upon this… let me catch my breath before I devour any other posts… but this stuff is amazing.
You left me breathless…nice article
I have always had these fears. Fears
that you, in those moments of ecstasy,
inbthe deep looking of your eyes, that
there is always a doubt. That as you
turn your head, in that moment of the
slightest hesitation, that yes you indeed
have these thoughts. The heinous,
uncultured thoughts of me being a
cheat.
Maybe it is in the voice, in the way you
look at me, in the way that touch is
hesitant. Maybe even in the way the
food is a little more salted than it
always is.
Dude, WRITE>
Now this here is a response. And I repeat it a lil’ more louder. DUDE, WRITE!
Never well put… I can not add
the same thoughts rob me always. i realize am not the only one in this arena
a pen at its best, the mastery of language and style is just amazing, reading this 1000 times with no tinge of exhaustion. great writing means wider reading, you are wide read
amazing piece
sensational
its awesome captured my thougts good frame
indeed
Nice piece
all women are suffering from the same. good of u to speak out.
very lovely…very gifted
Reading this remind me of my good old days. Inkdrops indeed you have resurrected me from my grave of oblivion restlessness….I have slept for a little while but you made me felt it has been for eternity….The write up challenge you gave to my heart has woken me from the earth belly of ritando slumber I will now put my beautiful nonsense, my illuminating darkness and my satanic jesus into great composition….Thanks for waking me up thanks once more. Your write up is great maybe greater than mine. You are good and you deserve a medal.
awesome writing!
awesome
I would copy paste if i bore the anatomy of a woman….good stuff
I would copy paste if i bore the anatomy of a woman….good stuff
This evokes feelings no woman wants to ever willingly have, a scary possibility…
gasping for air………..
Now, , that’swhat passionate writing is .wonderfully written.
awesome!
Ooh my! my heart beats with every word, my eyes tear with every thought, my fingers tremble with every emotion emitted from your piece of writing. ..
I feel it sooo deeply…
Thanks.
so epic…
i love your writing soso much
Nice one. This is talent.
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A woman’s mind has a lot that can be traced to the heart.
people are talented
This is insanely good and great,well written . I love it
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I bumped on this while scavenging the internet. This is rawness, poetry and depth, coalescing to create a piece of art that knows no boundaries. Kudos ink drops.
Awesome writing here. A wide range of emotions can swirl around while reading this
wow, what a word smith
so creative am in love with it
woow.. i like.. reality in ink
great piece there…captures alot of what goes on in our minds
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Ingenious masterpiece
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This is something
Inkdrops.. Great piece. I like how you explain your disposition. So real.
Wow … very well articulated 🙂