Guilt

He was paving over the cracks
She wore black underwear
The night was grey
Her nipples came alive under the soft, silky material
And for a time, he was lost in lust
She liked married men
They had wives to go home to
He was fighting guilt and pleasure
Mostly, he was fighting himself
She watched him go
Men and their women, she thought
Money was her man
Plain and simple
The drive home was guilt in miles
Quietly opening the door
Slipping into bed with his beautiful wife
His beautiful untouchable wife.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Kendrick Avatar
July 6, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Yes, those married men have wives to go home to and they should. Problems in the marriage whatever they may be, cannot be solved by bringing in a third party unless it is Jesus, a Christian counselor, communication, and lots of prayer. I am sure that many men go through temptation everyday, but women do also. Sara
Bell Avatar
July 7, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Yes, it takes two to tangle.
Crandall Avatar
July 5, 2025 at 3:40 PM
it sounds like he's caught between a rock and a hard place
Bell Avatar
July 6, 2025 at 5:26 AM
He sure is.
Dietrich Avatar
July 1, 2025 at 12:16 PM
I'm stuck on them both going home to wives!
Bell Avatar
July 2, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Sounds like a dream to me. lokl
Ashley Avatar
June 29, 2025 at 10:02 AM
Dear Paul, your poem portraying lust and betrayal captures the bane of guilt with poetic finesse. "The drive home was guilt in miles" is a gut-wrenching line as is your final line.. which leaves me wondering about the genesis and the practice of betrayal in the first place. The finale leaves lots of room to wonder how they/she got to that "untouchable" state. A deep and thought-provoking piece. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
Bell Avatar
July 1, 2025 at 3:13 AM
Life sure is strange.
Puddifoot Avatar
June 29, 2025 at 7:32 AM
dunno about an untouchable wife, but d'you ever get a stepford wife vibe on here? ;)
Bell Avatar
June 29, 2025 at 7:45 AM
Stepford wives are the ones that chap my door, demanding I conform to whatever conformity is in this week. Living between three churches has its drawbacks. lol
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