A Lovers Affair
Impulse bleeding in the back of her head,
Gonna stand and deliver dark, instead
Kicking his clothes to the corner, she'll smile
He'll stay and play and feel pleased, for a while
A tease he may be, flirtacious is she
And never has there been two lovers so vile.
His wife's back at home, her boyfriend's alone
And still do their hands find places to roam
A fantasy lived since when she was young,
A guilt never present and a head never hung;
Of course her small crush would turn into something,
And of course his small heart would return to her nothing
But all the years spent with small-talks and giggles,
And all the nights spent with whispers and hints
She never thought it'd hurt just like this
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
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