It Was a Beautiful Affair
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OH MY GOSH. My son's computer is a tablet without a mouse. It is SO slow I have to take an hour just to post a few poems and enter them in the contests. I will be eternally grateful after this experience for my PC and my MOUSE! Forgive me for not commenting back, guys. I really would love to, but I simply can't do it till after tomorrow. I'm dying to visit contest winners and be back to my "comments as usual" after my lovely 4th of July vacay.
Incidentally, that trip to my son's is a 14 hour trip. Our dog has been fantastic in the jeep! Friday on my way here, I wrote six poems that I have been trying to first slowly type up and then post at least one a day of. It was so awesome to be able to sit and write for fun contests!! I just LOVE Poetrysoup. Have a great holiday, everyone celebrating the 4th. I get to see fireworks tonight on the beach!
For years he'd loved her and believed
it was a beautiful affair,
for on some nights, he'd slip away
and knew she always would be there.
They'd meet at restaurants or bars,
but when he traveled out of state,
he'd take her to a nice hotel.
Once in the room, he could not wait!
With hands on skin so glassy smooth,
he'd hold her long into the night.
So sweet she was upon his mouth!
It felt so good; it felt so right!
Beside her he would fall to sleep.
Next day was business, but he felt
so happy knowing that at night,
his stress and worries all would melt.
Yes, through the night, the longer that
beside his lover he would lay,
euphoria was his because
he felt the whole world fade away.
His love for her was deepening
so much, his wife became aware
of changes in him. He'd just say
"There's no one else but you. I swear!"
At home he'd lie in bed and think
of his sweet love but had to be
deceptive, sneaking out because
church-goers were his wife and he.
One night, too late he stayed with her.
He drove with her in his corvette.
Stopped by a cop, he had to live
a night he never can forget,
They called his wife, and that was worse
than paying the ungodly fine.
His wife put him in therapy
to end his tryst with sweet Red Wine!
July 1, 2016 for the "It Was a Beautiful Affair" contest of Lewis Raynes
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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