I Miss Him He Was Every Woman's Nemesis, He And That Little Blue Devil

As a thirty something wife of a fifty something husband, who discovered the little blue Devil I was the renewed object of his attention. He chased me down in the kitchen, pushing the vacuum cleaner, getting ready for a girl's night out with my sorority sisters. There was no, and no, and not now. But his hearing was Impaired. He was so hard I had to admit to myself that fucking a knot out of a fence post was possible. I bent over, took it on my back in the living room, held myself up in the shower.

All I have is my memories, I do the dishes, vacuum, go out with my sorority sisters. No one to chase me, no one to hear my yes, yes, yes, one more time please. My dear is at rest now, that little blue Devils can't get him up now.