S*x ruined us
I’d have sworn that it was all love if it hadn’t ruined us.
It was how we found ourselves, yet how we lost each other.
It was the word we never said and the only one we always expressed.
It was how we reconnected after thundering at each other, there was no greater apology.
It was what we always did and the only thing we didn’t attempt not to do.
It was our truth, it soon became a lie, one of our lives.
It was our escape from reality and our passe into the metaphysical.
It was all that mattered amidst all other matters.
It has a name, they call it S*x, we called it everything.
We gave ourselves to it and lost sight of what is more to what we had, what we could have shared.
It saved us from the horror that drove us to the place we met
Then plunged us beyond our comprehension,
Only to leave us stranded when we could no longer live without it.
S*x was how we met.
S*x was all that made sense.
S*x drove a wedge between us, when all of it became inadequate.
The dance house with naked girls, disco light and melodic blues.
I had gulped quite a quantity.
That was what she ordered.
She was as good as beauty and as true as an open secret.
I made my move, perhaps one night with her could cure my pain.
I soon realized she too had her story, a bigger share of love’s pain, the morning after.
So sensual how a conversation ensued.
I am Seth, she Beth.
We laughed silly and danced dirty.
She held my hand and I touched her heart, through her breast.
With vibrating desires our eyes locked, our lips too.
With heavy whispers of a placed called home, we wandered on till we reached my abode.
With clothes flying all over in desperation and hands exploring each other’s sacred temple, we discovered my bed.
S*x, that was how we came to be.
I came from the betrayal of a girlfriend.
She arrived from a place that belonged to side chicks who didn’t realize it until it was late.
We consoled each other, s*x in another round, we didn’t have better words.
Lust in love?
Lost in love?
Lost in lust?
We didn’t care to know, it didn’t matter.
We grew fond of each other, the s*x was good.
Our world was a bed, we had s*x all over.
Saying sorry was easy, ‘shut up and f*ck me.’
No questions were asked, ‘let’s not ruin the moment, come to bed.’
By s*x we stayed fit, ‘how may calories did we just burn?’
For s*x, we were opened to new discoveries… ‘I got another edition of Kama Sutra clips and magazines…’ ‘What’s new?’
With s*x, there was no problem.
The only problem was either of us being too tired.
After s*x, she said yes, after a hot round on a sunny day.
‘Yes, I’ll marry you but first I’d give you some more of this cookie… Another round.” We had no honeymoon, just s*x.
Without s*x, our life was incomplete,
Complete as long as we had it.
A complete union until a straying bullet caught my spine during a broad daylight robbery.
For better or worse, we had vowed,
For s*x or nothing, our true intent.
You know the rest.
S*x ruined us!
Now you know, s*x isn’t love.
It’s either a tool of love or a gift of love… Which should it be?
I made my choice, now it’s time to make yours.
ABOUT THE WRITER
Oluwasegun Femi Fragile carries within him a world of limitless emotion which he always seeks to express with his heart as ink in his pen. Also known as The Cooking Pen; a writer cum cook. He is popular for his heart melting and life-schooling style of writing which he refers to as ‘personal’. He often states that everything about life is his source of inspiration.
This author of two eBooks: The Spark in My Quiet World and Letters to God which was nominated as best fiction for the Nigerian Writers Award is also a consultant on love affairs. He is driven by his purpose to help others in their pursuit of happiness. He blogs at www.femifragile.com, a platform he uses to cure the emotional curiosity of his readers.