You Can Call Me Sally

My name is really Bud, but you can call me Sally. I’m the other woman.

You lie, sneak and cheat for me. I’m in your blood. You need me and love me more than your wife and family. I always win.

She cries and begs you to leave me as I sit back and laugh with my feet propped up waiting. She worries and I don’t care. You’ll always come to me.

She can smell me on you, I’m in your every breath and pore. Its fun when you lie and hide me. It’s my favorite game. You say “I’m done with you”, but I toss my head back and laugh. You’ll be back. I know.

I’m even familiar to your friends. They love me too. I’m a whore. I get around and I am everywhere. I don’t even have to be near, and you think of me. You think of me every minute of every day. Your mouth gets wet for me. You need to taste me. You want me. I bring you comfort. I put you to sleep. Who needs a wife when you have me. I’m always within reach.

I have seduced and murdered your family, and yet you still love me.

I cause heartache and grief, it’s my joy. You need me and want me so much. I am elated to know that I will be in your blood when you say your final goodbye. I will move on.

You have kids that need me too. I’m working on one right now. He’s thinking of me too. There’s enough of me to go around. I’m not faithful to anyone and I love men, women and children. Maybe a little part of me will worm into the brain of the tiniest ones. That is my hope. I’m not selective. I’m a whore.

I’m shameless. You can use me any time, anywhere and I will always come back. I’m always here for you. I will love you and come to you. Hold me and bring me to your lips. Again and again. I’m all you need. I’ll follow you anywhere. I’ll help you drive, I’ll go to work with you. I am always here. You love me.

I’m waiting patiently for you to leave your wife. I love you more. She’s no match for me. I am winning. You love me more.

Sally❤️

A Sequel to Sally

Do we wonder what happens to those Sally leaves behind? The wives of her victims. What happens after she does her damage? Questions to ponder, so deep that the answers can never be clear.

Could he come back to his wife? Would she love him still after kissing Sally all those lonely nights and endless days? The many years his whore held him in her grip, he enjoying her taste, her delicious wetness, lapping her up while listening to her lies and controlling his every thought. It was the perfect union of deception and comfort. She made him forget everything he loved.

He reached out and cried for mercy. He admitted he was powerless and weak. Alas he was finally done with the other woman. He would leave her.

Sally would move on to seduce another. It is effortless for her. Somewhere deep inside she hopes he’ll come back so she can finish him. One day at a time he tells himself. One day at a time Sally hopes he comes back to her. This time she will kill him. Promises made that cannot be kept, leave behind deep pain and a legacy of death.

The wife remembers, will never forget, she knows the temptation is always and forever. It’s reminiscent of their wedding vows “until death do we part”. Reminders are around every corner and like the whore that she is, Sally is always a cat call away. Can wife ever be sure? To trust blindly would be foolish, and the question can never be answered.

Pass by the bar but do not look in. Avoid familiar places and common friends. Sally is everywhere and nowhere if you don’t look for her. It’s tribulation to be sure.

2020

2:00am musings of a post menopausal insomniac mind