The Mistress
there is no cure for her lust and desire
a constant want in a body on fire
her soul is touched by hot sultry eyes
burns deep in her heart, his endless lies
she is the secret that he gets to keep
as dreams of him are invading her sleep
creeping in shadows to hold her so tight
fingertips reaching for her in the night
he has consumed her body and mind
adoring him while her eye was blind
he does not belong in her open arms
flirting with kisses to inhale her charms
misery fills her life as he slips away
there will be no returning another day
put down like the old family dog, Rex
she was his mistress and it was just sex
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Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2014
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