Here i lay in a four poster bed.
On my lovers breasts i rest my head.
Ambience peaceful warm and loving.
Over our naked bodies a silk sheeted covering.
My lover lays peacefully asleep.
I lay thinking soulfully deep.
Night time rain taps against the windowpane.
Two timing guilt does pain my brain.
At home my wife, who with her i have build a life.
Here in this four poster bed, my lover my lady in red.
Stuck in the middle of two ladies i love.
The outcome i know there will be no white peace dove.
Here i lay in a four poster bed.
Deeply thinking who should i choose, my lover in red or the woman i wed.
- Author: Wallace ( Offline)
- Published: March 9th, 2018 01:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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