At Her Worst

 I slammed the door behind me
The air inside was tensioned
As if a murder was to take place
She fired off every excuse
Pulling out the big gun she said
I have not showered in Two days

Normally this was a Trinchal rain storm
On a forest fire
But not today

I have picked her up
Through her to the bed
Remove her socks
Her feet smelled like old corn chips
Looking at me she thought I was discouraged
Until I put my tongue between every toe
Lapping away the stink
I ripped her pants off her body
She held her hands over her pussy
Worrying about the odor she wafted
I slowly peeled away every finger
Until I inhaled every molecule of Stench
Crusty Urine soaked in menstrual blood
Marinating in two days worth of sweat
Now the look on her face was
Self loathing mixed with a I told you so glance

I pause and told her
If I don't love you at your worst
then I don't deserve to love you at your best.

And I plunged my face into her and devoured
Making the sound of a dog over a watering bowl
Until the rotten turned sweet
The smell turned fragrant
And her face turn to pleasure
She knew from the moment on
She was loved or ..........................