The Other Woman

The other woman. Sharon Maria Moemise 'cos I make you king on your mattress throne Or that I just make pillow talk interesting Is it cos I worship the ground you walk on Or that my loving is hotter than her nagging? You leave my bed cold yet satisfied to crawl next to her in the deep of the night Your dreams are of me in my naked seduction while a peck on her cheek makes everything else right I'm the other woman, here to make you forget for only a moment where your heart should be With my womanly wiles and perfumed assets I entrap you in a world where there's only me Allowing you to to own my soul for a moment Letting you exploit my body to your desires Whispers of endearment in my ears you fill I'm the other woman, stoking up your hidden fires Being the other woman, showered with glamour Gifts in abundance, and the best of his passion It's still a lonely business, being the one on the side A passing phase, at times, a deadly, sinful attraction.