Mentally Unfaithful.
Author's Note: Short little fic. J/H. Review please if you like it.
Enjoy….
Disclaimer: Not mine.
So I've got a wife. Big deal. Who cares?
So I've got a lover. Big deal. Who cares?
So they aren't the same woman.
Okay, maybe that is a problem.
Don't get me wrong, I've never cheated. Technically.
I've seen what cheating does.
With my parents, with Kelso, with that stupid Nurse.
So I'll never cheat on Sam.
But I can't control what my mind does.
Or where my heart goes.
And every piece of flesh that I was too stupid to memorize, because I thought it'd be mine to explore forever, is carefully recreated in my mind, her dark hair falling in delicate waves upon her shoulders, down her back. Her skin is smooth, soft, seductive.
And my wife thinks I'm watching the Packers, as she flips through a magazine beside me.
And every time my mistress comes unknowingly to me, I put my responses on autopilot, and I insult and burn. But internally I'm listening to every word she says, caring about every thought in her beautiful little head, answering her with loving concern even if she can't hear it.
She cries, she leaves, and my heart goes after.
She laughs, she smiles, and my heart soars.
I notice when she changes her pink toenails to red. And I notice when they are back to pink again.
I notice when she curls her hair a little different. Or when she's trying out her new perfume.
And when I'm with my wife, I bite my tongue so as not to say the wrong name.
I'm a man conflicted, a man possessed. But I don't care.
My wife is a sripper.
My lover is an angel.
Perhaps I'm the only man in history who could ever say that.
So I've never cheated. But I want to everyday.
So I've never told her. But I want to everyday.
So I'm living a lie. Whatever.
I can't help but be mentally unfaithful.