Marriage Talk 5
Maybe, the young wife thought,
I made a mistake telling him ‘I pretend’.
Really, she further thought,
I don’t give a damn!
Sighing, “No,” she said,
“that’s not altogether true .
That’s not always the way it is.
Sometimes I do like having sex with you.”
the young man mockingly questioned.
“You mean every now and then,
you like making love…
‘having sex with me’.”
“Yes, sometimes it is that way.
I hate ‘just’ having sex with you
because when it’s ‘just’ sex
it seems like it’s only for you.”
“I don’t quite follow you.”
The husband seriously asked,
“What do you mean by,
Sighing, the wife said,
his words whispered,
“ ‘Without love?”
Intercourse still a spiritual experience
possibly because he’d only had
completed intercourse with
his wife and did not,
and could not make a distinction
between love and sex
because in his mind they were one and the same;
except at times the mental and physical
aspects were stronger and
so much sweeter than at other times.
“Believe me,” he said,
“I ‘never’ want it to be ‘just for me’!
You know I always take as much time
as you’ll let me before we do it
because I ‘always’ want you to enjoy it!”
Loving to perform oral sex,
he would do so until she’d say,
in, so he thought,
a rather disinterested tone,
And by then
—not knowing if she were wet with her fluid
or his saliva—
his head of steam near bursting,
he would enter her.
“You name it!”
He went on.
“I’ll do ‘anything’ for you to enjoy it!
But whenever I ask what you’d like,
what you want me to do,
you always say,
‘I don’t want to talk about it’!
You never tell me what I can do
to make it better for you!
And when we do do it,
you never show emotion!
You never make a sound!”
“What am I supposed to do,”
she said sarcastically,
“become a ‘screamer’?”
Marriage Talk 6
Hey, he thought,
so long as you’re pretending,
why not pretend that, too.
But, “No,” he said,
“you don’t have to ‘become a screamer’!
But once in a while
I’d like to know that you
enjoy making love to me!
Occasionally a deep breath would be nice.
Shit!” he said emphatically.
“Sometimes I don’t even know if you’re awake!”
A man, the wife thought,
a real man is supposed to know that stuff!
A real man wouldn’t have to be told how
to make a woman happy!
I know sometimes I ‘come’ fast,
but that’s the reason I like to take
as much time as I do doing other stuff,
like, uh… you know.
And you know
I try real hard not to ‘come’ too fast.”
“Yeah,” she quipped,
“like reciting the Gettysburg Address.”
The mood lightened somewhat,
“Yeah!” Smiling in the darkness,
he remembered once,
when he had attempted to last longer
by trying to take his mind off
what he was doing
and where ‘he’ was,
when thinking he
was only thinking began saying:
“Four score and seven years ago…”
But he wasn’t ‘only’ thinking and
she had heard him…
and both laughed over it when ‘through’..
This remembrance was thought
of in a jocular sense for the young man
and, so he thought, for his wife also.
To the young woman, though,
the Gettysburg Address was
but one of a growing
list of reasons for her
rationalization of the way
she then felt towards her husband
and for her lack of emotion, passion, enjoyment
and any communication regarding their sex life.
“The problem is,” she said,
“you don’t understand how I feel!
You won’t even try to understand how I feel!”
I do want to understand!
Tell me.” Said sincerely,
The wife said, “Okay, I will.” Adding,
“But this isn’t meant to start a fight!”
“I want to know.
I really want to know!
And if there’s anything I can do to change things,”
—anything to live what he considered being a normal life—
“I promise you, I’ll try!”
Hesitating a number of seconds, then,
her floodgate of antagonism open,
her words tinged with anger,
—and I’m just mentioning it because I
want to get it off my chest—
To be continued
©April 21, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman