Two Loves
For many years
I’ve had my fun loving two,
wife and mistress, it’s true.
Double the pleasure, double the fun.
Now, my heart says my time is nearly done.
It was never my intention to cheat.
During a brief separation
the other woman I did meet.
The wife said come back for the sake of the kid.
So I left the other woman’s bed, yes I did.
The mistress said of this she would not speak
if I gave her one day a week.
Variety is the spice of life.
I did enjoy myself bouncing from mistress to wife.
Now, I lay in my hospital bed dying from a heart attack.
I’d rather kick the bucket, and not come back.
They stand over me and ***** and moan,
when I’m the one that has to die, alone!
Drinking, smoking, and excessive sex was not too smart.
The stress of dealing with two soul mates caused a fatal strain on my heart!
I was the tree that broke in a strong wind
because I would not bend.
Dear Lord over what happened I had no control.
Please, don’t let the Devil take my soul !
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