Feeling the curve of her ass in my hand I could not discern whether the smooth soft textures in my palm were bare skin or silky lingerie. And I could not comprehend her vocal mumbling. She seemed agitated I did not understand. I did not know if I was being seduced or being sought after for snuggling. I did not know. And not knowing seemed to induce hostility in her.
The reality was that we had spent over two decades together but I did not know her. However, I did know rejection all too well. And now she is upset at me? Am I rejecting her now and not aware of it? I'm holding her. Does she want more? Is that why she is angry? Why even try after two decades of rejection?
Fear is dominant and manhood lays dormant.
Then I woke up to our daughters birthday. Except she passed away last year.
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