Laying here under my heavy cloak of guilt
once again I picked up the phone
those few simple words spoken
"will you come", always he does
I open the door to greet him
gaze into those gentle green eyes

stroking my stomach, I imagine his hands on my body
traveling over faint shadows left from just hours before
bury my head in his pillow
catch the last wisps of his fading scent
feel strong arms around me as he tears my clothes off
always ready, I moan under his carresses
my hands lightly traveling further and further down
always following the trail of his passions

strangers in the light
at night he knows my body like no other
I've tried to love another
behind my lids, his eyes are all that I see
taste the sweetness of his kiss
firm hands upon me my only pleasure
I realized long ago the hard stroke of him deep inside me
an obssession for which there is no cure

gentle words whispered in my ear
ring through me for days on end
blocking out the dull roar of my mundane existence
never crude or thoughtless
our passions always sated
no commitment ever promised
living in our moment

held tightly in his arms till my heartbeat slows
admiring the strong lines of his body
I watch him rise and dress
walk him to the door
a brief hug, silence ensues
as I slide home the deadbolt
swearing to myself it hurts so bad
to watch his back every morning
swear I won't call tonight
say a prayer to assuage my guilt
for loving my lover in the night

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