She vs He

Nag.
Nag.
Nag.
High pitched whining.
Continuous questioning of the same words.

A kiss.
Upon my neck.
A prod.
Upon my thigh.

I love him, I do.
I hate her, so much.
She nags.
She whines.
She steals his attention.

His hand, on my hip.
His body, pulls mine closer.
Her eyes gleam with hatred for me.

Is she jealous?
Will she steal him?

She gets off her stool.
She walks over to us.
He says something to her.
She raises her hand to my face.

Will she slap?
Will she strike?

A caress.
A gentle caress.
Soothing word of praise.

A shiver.
Runs up my spine.
A hand.
Slaps hers away.
A growl.
Grows in his throat.
A tug.
On my arm leads me out.
A sigh.
Tells me all I need to know.

She never wanted him.
She wanted me.