to love or not to love

They loved with a love that was more than love. Their passion was deep an unending. They lived for each other, truly the perfect love. No one else, nothing else, existed when they were together. They hated the times they had to be apart. They plotted secret meetings in the middle of the day. Sneaking away for an unneeded errands. Just a touch, a hug would help them get through the moment. Often the touch, the hug could not be broken leading to the the thrill of public sex. Coupling in places they could be seen or caught but rarely were they seen and if they were, they would giggle and disappear, melting into the busy world. They knew their love and their passion would last for ever. A love so deep and a passion so strong can also have a deep river of jealously flowing like the river Styx buried somewhere deep in the unsuspecting brain. A misspoken word, a missed rendezvous, a look, a smile at a pretty girl, a compliment by a handsome man, often lead to small suspicions and if not talked about they can grow and seethe and boil and fester. Those that can love so deeply are also those that can hate just as deeply. The love that was more than a love can turn into a hate that is more than a hate and it did with these two. Their jealousy grew but they were not the type to talk about their problems. Each knew that they were true to the love and passion and were sure the other was weak, faltering, looking for a forbidden touch. Their suspicions of each other festered in their minds and soon each was sure the other was planning to leave. Each began to miss the daily trysts. An excuse, a meeting, anything to avoid the other. Each would hurry home at night to see if the other would still be there. There love making was short. They were like two animals, mating because of mother nature. Each wanted the other to deny their couplings so they could confirm their inner knowledge. Neither would give in. They had sex every night. Quick functional sex. There was no emotion involved, only hard physical sex. Each acting as a prostitute. A deep hatred began to grow in their hearts. Each began to plan revenge, a perfect way to get even. Each began to plan the perfect murder. They became obsessed. When they got home they had their animal mating moment and hurried to their own personal computer. Each googled death, murder, poison and any other subjects that might help them in their plot for revenge. It is interesting how the mind works. Their minds seem to meld together in their desire to commit the perfect murder. Their computers searched the exact same subjects at almost the exact same time. Neither had a clue to what the other was doing. They were on a mission. The perfect murder. Should I get insurance...no that would be stupid...revenge, not money is my desire. Should I hire someone...no that's really stupid....Should I buy a gun....no, to obvious...Poison...no, to easy to trace...Medicine...the idea came to each mind as if they were listening to a lecture...."Viagra"....oh my God, they thought, I can kill with sex. Oh how easy will that be. Viagra, so easy to get from the net. Viagra sent in a plain wrapper to their places of work. Viagra, so easy to slip into a drink. A hot drink to mix the pill. Each made a potion of Viagra and boiling water. Each used 10 pills, more than enough they were sure to bring forth the revenge, the death of a cheating lover. Each chose Starbucks. On the fateful evening each said to the other almost as one "lets go to Starbucks for a Latte". Neither realizing that the other had also said it. They were too excited. It was like the honey moon night of two virgins. Each found a way to slip "their" potion into the others drink. They sipped for a few moments and then began to drink faster, Again almost as one the words "I'm horny,lets go home" came from both mouths. Again neither realizing the other had also said it. They were hot and ready before they left the shop. He showing his manhood alive and ready, she giggling and kissing his ear and neither caring about the show they were putting on. In fact they were glad they were making a scene. It would be perfect later when the other was dead. They were almost undressed before they went through the front door. They were into each other immediately. They both ground and pushed. Hot and sweaty, each screamed, "harder, faster", do it faster, I need it faster. 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 30 minutes and then an hour. The Viagra pushed them, gave them strength and stamina they never knew they had. They were both exhausted. Neither could figure out why the other was still alive. They collapsed in a heap, tangled together, Neither had climaxed. He began to giggle and then she began to laugh and then they really looked at each other for the first time since the jealousy began. I was trying to kill you he confessed. She laughed and also confessed. They talked, confessed and talked and that started a real love that truly was a love that was more than a love. Carry on Tuesdays