Monday, October 27, 2008

Gettin Some...

We hadn't done it in so long.
You know. Days to weeks, weeks to months type a deal.

---We were one of those couples that said, "We're gonna do it everynight no matter what! We have to. It's the only thing that will make our marriage strong!" Which is true….
But we get busy.

She's got school stuff to do.
She's always on the computer planning lessons or chatting on myspace.
And its not like I don't do stuff.
But dang, sometimes I have denied doing it because I wanted to watch Seinfeld.

I know…. What an ass right?

There are times I am at work and I think about her and I want to do it so bad. Like right there in my cubical with her. Or hell, even just go to a park and do it on the grass or under a tree. But I never suggest it. I don't know if she'd be down. Anyways... we're too busy.

Problem is. That led to me doing it on my own. It started in the mornings. I'd be all alone and I'd just do it. There are times I would do it at work! Like get there real early, pull something up on the internet and just go at it. But even that's not the same. (Though, I don't think I'll ever stop trying to do it at work. Its easier and its also invigorating to be at my desk, right there in plain view, and no one even knows I a
m doing it!!!)

It was starting to feel like we'd never do it. But last night I was on the treadmill, and she was laying there on the couch. She looked good. And I was like, we need to do it. Preferably on the couch. It will just be different.
So I lit some candles, turned on some music and lit some incense. I told her I was gonna take a quick shower and then we'd do it. Finally!!

I scrubbed extra good in that shower. All I could think of was how it was gonna be such a relief to finally do it.
I came back into the room. I positioned myself on the couch with her. We hadn't done it in so long that it kinda felt awkward. We re-adjusted our positons so it'd be more comfortable. I slipped my fingers in first. Kinda twiddled in there to find the "sweet spot" as I like to call it. Then I found it… and I started to read... " 1 Have mercy on me, O God, because of your unfailing love. Because of your great compassion, blot out the stain of my sins. 2 Wash me clean from my guilt. Purify me from my sin. 3 For I recognize my rebellion; it haunts me day and night. 4 Against you, and you alone, have I sinned; I have done what is evil in your sight. You will be proved right in what you say, and your judgment against me is just. 5 For I was born a sinner— yes, from the moment my mother conceived me. 6 But you desire honesty from the womb, teaching me wisdom even there.
7 Purify me from my sins,
and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. 8 Oh, give me back my joy again; you have broken me— now let me rejoice. 9 Don’t keep looking at my sins. Remove the stain of my guilt. 10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a loyal spirit within me. 11 Do not banish me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit
from me.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and make me willing to obey you. 13 Then I will teach your ways to rebels, and they will return to you. 14 Forgive me for shedding blood, O God who saves; then I will joyfully sing of your forgiveness. 15 Unseal my lips, O Lord, that my mouth may praise you.
16 You do not desire a sacrifice, or I would offer one. You do not want a burnt offering. 17 The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit. You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God. 18 Look with favor on Zion and help her; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. 19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices offered in the right spirit— with burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings. Then bulls will again be sacrificed on your altar.

It was pretty much amazing. It's been so long since I have read the bible to her. I enjoyed it. We enjoyed it.

4 comments:

Mikey said...

beautiful

Gabe said...

and witty to boot.

Gabe said...

I want to leave endlessly long comment on your blog and disect every last bit of everything, so I won't have to get back to writing about something that I never want to re-live again.

I fucking hate this time of night, and I fucking hate the fact that I can't sleep, and that all I seem capable of writing is about J.

I want to burn the world to a crisp and leave the buning husk as a pledge to the universe and its creator that I will never like anything or anyone ever again.

And then I find myself hovering over my kids beds watching them sleep so peavefully and realize that I have so much that I do love, that is connected to her forever that I will never be able to be rid of her the way that I want to be rid of her.

And now, back to writing for reals.

Mikey said...

i did brain that up myself.

a lot of what i post are lyrics that i'm playing with, just to see what gets a reaction. whether or not i will ever actually write them into songs, or if those songs will ever get recorded is a completely different story though.