He and She- Part One

She impatiently awaits his call, staring at the phone. She preys with every part of her that he can slip away. He’s with her, loving her going through all the motions. He puts the kids to sleep, and lays in bed, to wait. She spends all day primping and prepping, getting things done, But he keeps slipping into every other one of her thoughts He waits until he hears her breathing slow and steady. Then he slips away silently, too smoothly to be caught. Her heart leaps at his voice on the line, he whispers every word. Sweet nothings to him that mean everything to her. He hears her excitement, pleased that she needs him She can’t wait for him to get there and make her purr. He saunters up her steps, knowing she is waiting for him Flush with confidence, he takes her into his arms. She thought she could control how good he felt to her But now that he is here she can’t help but feel safe and warm. He gazes at her, ravenous, thankful to know he’ll finally be sated. He loves how she will do anything to make him happy. She fights daily with her lonesomeness, missing him She never thought she would be left in love and lonely. He doesn’t care what she might be doing, he calls at every free moment. He must begin to see that she has given herself to him. She doesn’t think of anyone else, for her there is only one man She is constantly on call to him, catering to his every whim. He gloats inwardly at is prowess, no other man can compare. He has one to do all the work, and one that lives to please his desires. She knows that this is unfair, she longs to hold him for hours like her Sometimes she wishes she could be the one waiting at home for their liar.