My bestfiends wife is my lover (Ode to Kathy)
I walk Richard back to his car, again getting lost in thought as he talks to me, and Kathy sends me a texted facebook emoji of love, and asking for me to spend time with her. “Oh I come to see my best friend in NYC (lets call him Richard), we sit at a Cafe sipping either coffee or tea, as he and I discuss a few issues that he has been helping me with, but all the while I’m imagining making love to his sweet, soft wife Kathy. I’m lost in the fantasy, the imagery of the pictures he sent me of her, I fall in lust at first then over the next year the lust turns to love as I assess my feelings for her against the feelings I have toward my fiancée. …