Secret Lover
They always met at the same coffee shop,
every seven in the evening. He called her “baby”,
she called him “darling”. They made love
under the stars, until dawn.
She loved the way he touched and explored her body,
as though she was a map; a map carrying the weight
of some ink showing the prison where his self-control
was locked indefinitely.
Her husband’s face turned red with desire,
whenever she bit her lips,
and stared at him with bedroom eyes, without knowing
that she was thinking about Sean;
her secret lover in her favorite romantic novel…
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