[ WP ] She 's cursed : By day a beautiful maiden , by night ... a beautiful maiden who looks completely different . She thought he knew of the curse . He thought he was cheating .

So perfect. Standing in the kitchen, humming a tune only she knows orchestrating the rich smell of delicacies. The crackle of the fire, the sound of the wind outside, a soft chime of the bells, all seem to dance at her tune. God I love her. Words lodge in my throat and my sweat glands seem to have a life of my own every time I look at her. She sashays around the kitchen dancing on the tune she created. She looks as if she has been photoshopped in real life. Perfect hair, body face, lips, smile. Hell, her body is so impeccable that it must be chiseled by the Michelangelo himself? I do n't know. I do n't know much about art. She does though. Oh yes, she could talk for hours about art and classical music and opera and all that. Me? I can talk about football... and beer. If beer is a good topic for conversation. You see, I am a regular Joe. Probably competing for the most boring person title. I wake up, work, come back, watch television, drool over for my wife, sleep, rinse and repeat. Nothing spectacular. Except the gem of a wife god knows how I managed to score. 
 
 The train of my thought must have reached a destination beyond this dimension because it took my wife some shaking me to crash me down to this world.'Down to earth bozo! What are you thinking?!'' 
 *'' What can I possibly think about? Come here! `` * I grabbed her waist and brought her down to my lap. Her lips turned to express mortification but her eyes gave her away. 
 `` What are doing? Stop being a caveman bozo!'' 
 She could n't complete the rest because I proceeded to kiss her. Fuck. The warmth of her skin melted into my soul and threatened to burn me. This is it. End me now as a happy man. Perfect. Did I say that? 
 
 My wife has a habit of sleeping early. And I know it's going to sound weird but we sleep in different rooms as well. Maybe a lot of couples do this but once I made a mistake of sharing this with a friend and boy did I never heard the end of it. `` She's using you. ``, `` She must be cheating with someone,'' `` She's weird. Break up with her'. 
 No thanks. Initially even I thought it was weird but our sex life is hot and she is 11 on a scale of 10, so who am I to complain? So here I am dozing off on the sofa trying to watch some shit show on the TV. I am almost asleep but the dull thud of the clock as the time turns 10 breaks through the fabric of my dreams. My reverie's broken, my veins are filled with a newfound zeal and lively sweat glands are back. 
 
 `` Hey.'' 
 
 She's here. Now this is the part where logic escapes me. And I let it. Standing in front of me is a woman who makes my heart beat in a rhythm possibly impossible for a human being. And she's not my wife. In fact she is opposite of my wife. She has unruly hair, a freckled face with signs of past pimple breakouts, and a very... normal body. Like she has tummy fat and heftier thighs, unshaved legs and her own body smell. Just like magic she comes every night and disappears like magic in the morning. At first I used to get alarmed and thought about calling the police. But maybe it was something in her voice, or the loneliness that lurked in her eyes that stopped me from doing that. 
 
 *'' Hi'* 
 `` May I join you? What are you watching?'' 
 *'' Eh nothing. Just flipping through channels'' * 
 `` Mind if i join you?'' 
 *'' Yeah no problem'* I scoot over to the furtherest side of the couch, away from her presence. She is clouding my mind already. 
 But no avail. Soon we got to talking. And that talking evolved to laughing, teasing and munching popcorn. She was snuggling up to me, her face towards me beckoning me to kiss her. Her smell was n't helping at all. This is wrong! My goddess is lying in the next room. Next room! And here I am sitting with some god-knows-who strangers thinking about all the unspeakable things. I love my wife. So why does this feels so right? 
 
 So I plunged my lips and drank her. All of her. Her taste, he scent, everything. I was drowning and she was my raft. We kissed each others marks, freckles. Explored every nook, revised every secret. I reveled in her imperfections and reached heights I did not know existed. All the thought of my mind warped itself in a tight corner of my mind. Until it resurfaced again as the lady laid beside me, her breathing hurried and her eyes shut. 
 
 The thoughts burst back with full vengeance and started the cogs of self loathing and misery. What kind of a man was I? Cheating on a person I love so much. I have gone insane! Making love to a person who might just be a product of my dream. This must be it. But the touch of her skin proved otherwise. She is real alright. And I ca n't help but draw comparisons. She looks a blemish in front of my flawless wife. But the difference is what makes her so endearing. I can talk to this person. I can reach to the depth of my soul and bare it her. Bring out those shades I did n't even know existed. Her body does not repel me, it does the exact opposite. Each freckle makes me want to kiss it. Each mark makes me want to dig out the history it hides. Each pimple or fat makes me realize how human she is. And how human I am. All my shame and conscious about my body leaves me and I feel... content. I can write poetry about my wife. But this woman turns me into a song. I....love her. Is it possible to love two people at the same time? Does that make me wrong? 
 
 I must be slipping into the wonder of my dreams. She mutters something in her sleep which caresses me like a lullaby. `` I love you bozo.'' I have heard it somewhere have n't? Where? But soon it does n't matter as I am lost in the realm of the night. 
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 Yes so this is the second time I am responding to a prompt. So hope you like it. And criticism or comments is welcome! 
 
 

