Bidden Temptation

She watches her from the side walk Checking herself in the long mirror She knows the door to that life is locked She can’t remember how she got here. Her Husband has just left for work She pretended to be asleep when he kissed her Lately he is seeming even more of a jerk So shes painting her nails more than one color She waits for her to open the door She is pulled into waiting arms and lips She tosses her jacket and bag to the floor And begins painting with eager finger tips Her passion finally released on the only one That can stutter her speech and muddle her thoughts She is the darkness in need of her sun She holds mercilessly to the butterfly she has caught. They make love surrounded by four walls That are covered in pictures of him and them The voice on the end of those random calls They know he will find out, but don’t know when. But they only worry themselves with each other Filling this hungry void inside their hearts Burying their conscience till its smothered Choosing only to think of the good parts She cannot abandon her family for this woman Neither can the other abandon her own. But they are so happy in these arms they are in Despite that they will have to reap the oats they have sown She firms to the caress of this bidden temptation Her head filled with cloudy lack of regret This very well may be more than infatuation A thirst quenched that she may never forget