The Other Woman
life takes its toll on me
I seek what I can’t reach
I lose myself in sleep
the day gives me no peace
lie down here next to me
I require special skills
he slips under the sheets
forever summer sweet
I surface for fresh air
to late the ground is white
the stag makes his retreat
love slides into the sheath
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