Trying to make some sense of it all
but ready to begin
my exit from this fated tryst
with baggage worn and thin
One last goodbye is all I leave
for you and you alone
who held me through the darkest nights
— my home away from home
(Villanova University: July, 2025)
The other woman lives inside of you;
I can see her silhouette in your eyes.
Her tendons twist through yours, interwoven,
down through your fingertips, I see her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can hear her hungry heart through your chest
Her whispers bleed like poison through your mind,
echoing in your voice, I hear her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can feel her presence through your body.
Her figure snug beneath your satin skin,
radiating through you, I feel her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can smell her cloying rose upon your skin
Her scent smothered in your tousled brown hair,
absorbed into your flesh, I smell her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
I can taste her lust when I kiss your lips.
Her secretive tongue in your starving mouth,
That name stuck in your teeth, I taste her there.
The other woman lives inside of you,
and though you assure that she isn’t there,
could she too be capable of sensing
The haunted woman who lives beside you?
I am the Other Woman
Savannah Baer
In the quiet moments, I catch his gaze
Not on me but on another face
I see his smile, a longing look
In this moment my whole world shook
He looks at her eyes that shine
A longing there that once was mine
But when he turns to meet my stare
It is a friend’s warmth not a lover’s care
I feel like the other woman now
A place I never knew somehow
In his heart I thought I would stay
But I am just his friend at the end of the day
I wonder when his shift began
When I lost the old romantic man
How did I not see the love fade away
Or did I just hope it would always stay
I wear the ring, I share his name
But in my eyes it’s not the same
Unfulfilled I stand by his side
Not only a friend, but a faithful bride
But in my heart I crave to be
A woman he wanted to love fiercely
Resilience Unveiled”
To the woman who weeps upon betrayal’s blade, Her heart’s fragile wings, in tempests swayed. Yet within pain’s chisels, a metamorphosis blooms, Mating intelligence refined, wisdom consumes.
She deciphers subtle cues in future mates’ eyes, No longer blinded by love’s sweet disguise. Her heart, a compass, guides through the storm, Detecting low mate value, keeping her warm.
But what of the other woman, entwined? Dancing with deception, love’s twisted bind. Her prize: a man who betrayed with ease, A heart ill at ease, history’s infidelity keys.
Days pass, the all-woman stands tall, Dress discarded, memories small. Her worth, her happiness—her own throne, No charity case, no borrowed zone.
Malice whispers, venomous hiss, She invokes Hanlon’s razor, dismissing the abyss: “Never attribute to malice,” she imparts, “That which is explained by stupidity’s arts.”
Human behavior, folly and wisdom entwine, And silently, one weeps upon life’s knife.
You did not care who you hurt
No thought for his wife, you came first
The family you destroyed, along the way
How selfish you were and yet I hear (you pray)?
I hope you are proud of what you have done
Was he worth it, what have you become
How do you can sleep at night
Knowing his family got such a fright
Was he really worth it all
32 years with his wife, you stole him from
The smirk on your face as she walked by
You know all she did was cry
So now I really hope you are proud
I really have to shout our loud
Watch out for karma, cos she's coming soon
I wish you well, cos he will do the same to you :) :) :)
To see her adorned in colour
You’d think she was a flower
I try my best to glower
So that I show that I’m a queen in power
But alas! I just seem to sink lower
Does he love her more, I ponder
Will she take him away, I wonder
In the end, I just have to try harder
For in his affections I must climb the ladder.
She has eyes that ‘twinkle’
And she seems to give off a ‘sparkle’
Now I see why to him, she’s quite the ‘apple’
Helpless rage consumes me and turns my face purple
She sashays with hips wriggling
As she gives off a girlish giggling
The reason he can’t stop ogling
At once I know they’ll soon be canoodling
And that, to me, is quite offending.
With steely determination I talk to his Nan
She assures me that he’s clearly my man
And Miss la di da is just the other woman.
Heavy rain and sleeping pain,
of all the men I've talked to, it still felt mundane.
Exhausted body and a drunken mind,
but if it's you, oh, come now! I don't mind.
If it's not you, it's not anyone,
I was not made for everyone.
Every no, don't, and stop, I say to someone,
is a yes, yes, and yes to you, my only one.
You kissed the wounds of our past.
As we were alone and going fast,
you still managed to ask, "Who was the last?"
Silly, if this were a movie, you would surely be lonely because you would be the only one cast.
Flame was the name of the game we played,
the game that I once knew I could never win against you.
Who are we fooling? Again, it's me that I betrayed,
and turned a blind eye, for I craved to feel once more "that" shade of hue.
In the end, I've always been the other woman.
From the beginning, she was there; it was always her,
before me, and even after "us," you always think she's the one.
After I left, you were with another woman, but your thoughts always returned to her.
Does she know?
not the other woman
I do not want to be
a one night stand,
smoke before the fire-
something on the side-
the other woman.
The other woman-
has time to waste.
The secret rendezvous,
motel rooms, small
gifts. A little of
your time, just
is not enough to build
a life on.
So, I'll spare myself the pain,
hurt, and always wanting that
which is not mine.
I will not be the other woman,
I will not waste my time.
we invited her into our home
she settled in and stayed
that’s simply how the two of us
a threesome we became
it was him me and that other woman
still never a dispute or cross word
the plan was to be the three of us for good
but one day suddenly gone he was
never to return he left us to our own devices
me with the other woman all alone
she shared our daily life
privy to intimate deep secrets
she got so close I’m not surprised she mopes
and I catch her on occasion shed a tear
it sure is different now without him
she keeps her distance and I keep mine
she’s off real quiet in her own world
and that’s just fine with me
but I know she misses him as much as I
at times to keep the peace
and break the silence
as loud as loud can be
I’ll call out clear across the room
‘Alexa, good morning…’ and
politely all's forgotten
she tells me to have a great day
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 20, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JUN 22) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on February 8, 2021
Meet the other woman. She's one of a kind. Very sexy, as you'd imagine. All her curves are in the right places. Her abilities are one of a kind. It's not what you think though.
The other woman and me.
You see, my wife got her me. And she's a plane, an F-20C Tigershark. The best. I named her 'The Other Woman' and that's what she is. Even my wife spends time with her.
Imagine that, my two fave women, together. Every man's dream. Flying in the sky, not ing in bed. Though there was the time when we ed on her wing...
aches
heartbreaking
i have been misunderstood
mistakes
breathtaking
I never said I was good
pancakes
lovemaking
I will never attain sainthood
moments
so brief
Filled with loneliness
ailments
of grief
Plagued by emptiness
His existence is my bane
A fate I hate
poignantly
He leaves again
I wait
patiently.
She stood apart at the other end of the room defiant, alone and resolute. No matter what they thought she would not let them define her. She felt the air heavy with avoidance, not that it really mattered to her any longer.
She was always going to be the other women, nothing could change this fact. Falling in love always looked better in the light of day; dreams become stand-in replacements for what could not change. Time seemed to stand on its edge, frozen in-place.
She had come to the realization that being in love was a funny exercise in polite manners and saying all the right words, as she sipped her wine, trying to avoid eye contact. She never expected anything less than what was being offered up.
There was the precise moment when she knew the price to be paid and the toll extracted for falling in love with the wrong person. Revenge and justice didn’t always end up being equal as she heard the murmur from the small talk drifting her way.
Let them believe what they want; she really didn’t care. She was here and nothing else mattered as she moved towards the center of the room and the crowd parted for her like Moses trying to enter the Holy Land.
Who is she?
You claim you love her..
You have thrown away..
Years of our love..
A love that was so true..
Connection was intense..
We were one..
You were my soulmate..
So I believed..
I still hunger for you..
You have poisoned me with your deception..
You have poisoned me with your lies..
I still hunger for you..
You have departed from me..
A departure you so much desired..
As you have found the other woman to love..
Departure and all
I still hunger for you..
Nights are consitsted of hurtful pain..
Endless they seem..
Time almost seems to stand still..
A woman with open wounds I am..
Frozen in time..
I have spilled my blood..
I have shed my tears..
A water fall of tears..
Though the nights are long..
Though the nights seem never ending..
The sun does rise..
It is a new day..
You chose the other woman..
I choose to heal my wounds..
My entire state of being..
I am falling apart
I am devastated
I have no hope
I am your fool
why did you play me?
You can't play a game with my heart, not sure it's fair I didn't know the rules of this game.
I can't be your side chick, the other woman in your life ...Why? what’s the name of this game.
Why would you play with my heart ...why?
I am wrapped in your deception ...tricked and beaten, this is abuse I was used ...because only you know the rules,why would you play me? I gave you my heart... this is a dangerous game...I can't be the other woman in your sick game
The other woman.
Sharon Maria Moemise
'cos I make you king on your mattress throne
Or that I just make pillow talk interesting
Is it cos I worship the ground you walk on
Or that my loving is hotter than her nagging?
You leave my bed cold yet satisfied
to crawl next to her in the deep of the night
Your dreams are of me in my naked seduction
while a peck on her cheek makes everything else right
I'm the other woman, here to make you forget
for only a moment where your heart should be
With my womanly wiles and perfumed assets
I entrap you in a world where there's only me
Allowing you to to own my soul for a moment
Letting you exploit my body to your desires
Whispers of endearment in my ears you fill
I'm the other woman, stoking up your hidden fires
Being the other woman, showered with glamour
Gifts in abundance, and the best of his passion
It's still a lonely business, being the one on the side
A passing phase, at times, a deadly, sinful attraction.
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