Infidelity Poem by Faith Cecelia Story

I could feel his magnetic, fit, bare chest rubbing against my breasts. His facial structure was heart-shaped with a wide forehead and a pointed chin and square jaw-line that could chisel granite.
His eyes were a “window into my soul”, like a baby animal; plain, salt-of-the-earth honesty with a chocolate-brown depth and rich hazel light flecked with piercing cat-like emerald green.
His lean and athletic body stole my trusting body in sin
He was conscious of the burn on his chest, but I loved touching his velvet skin regardless. Men don’t understand that their imperfections make them unique. Never will I say another has given me the joy he did.
All too often, in the office I would imagine his long hands running down my back. He was masculine and presented himself flawlessly.
I’m a what you call a five minute all ready kind of a lady. But here we were lost in our uniqueness of last. A man who took longer to dress then me, he smelled sweet like England Rose, Even then my excitement was tainted by sharp pangs of guilt.
I wish I could say that it hurt whenever I thought about My deeds and the haram we were doing. But that wasn’t it. I knew God was forgiving—that helped me justify it. But there was one person who wasn’t forgiving.
My Husband.
How the hell did I get here?
As I write this, the pain, chaos, and euphoria of four years ago are all coming back. I often wonder why I cheated on my husband. Growing up, I was praised for my good character. My mother’s friends adored me and wanted their sons to marry me. The youth of the community wanted to be like me. Fathers respected me and asked me to counsel their daughters.
Would they still if they knew?
I’m not perfect. No one is.While I had strong sexual urges, I adhered to my community’s beliefs. But I struggled. As early as third grade, my classmates had boyfriends and girlfriends. By high school, my strength to hold back was waning. I didn’t proactively seek a boyfriend, rather more crashes, but it was hard watching everyone else around me partake, including my peers.