What are you doing here?
It's not right, this isn't you
Just walk away, see your family
Do what you know you're supposed to
"But they don't want me," You know that's not true.
Sit back down, Don't you dare approach her
"What's got you sitting alone in this dim light?"
Look down, left hand, the glare should blind you
"Husbands out of town, I'm in for the night."
But she's busting out of that dress, even for sore eyes, she was a sight.
Stop moving your hand further up her thigh
Tell your other hand to put down the glass
Try to remember what drove you here in the first place
You were doing so well, learn from your past
But I can feel the smooth, warmth at last.
You're not lost yet, stand up and wish her goodnight
But look how close she is, just a little further
Red lips whisper "don't start what you can't finish."
In the first degree, you've committed marital murder
Setting the bar so low, you could step over that hurdle.
Now with me drowning in influence
Staggering to her bedroom, she leads the way
With all of you inside her, you thrust
For lust, loyalty had been led astray
Now, in another mans bed, you lay.
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That's quite a story. Very well written piece of poetry, I must say. Intriguing!
Thank you Christina. I was trying to get all three voices in. It's my first where there are a couple different perspectives.
Great poetic idea, don't say that often 🙂
It means a lot.. Thank you. I try to keep things somewhat realistic.
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