Monday, August 22, 2011

Affair

While in this married affair,
I find myself tempted to engage.

The wife should be so discreet,
while her husband creeps.

Not with another woman,
but a man.

The two sparked romance,
as soon as they touched hands.

A firm hand squeeze,
and introduction of eyes.

The two foreign strangers,
invented their lies.

A trip to Paris for work,
a mere cover up,
a facade,
while lovers entangled in city streets.

The lights,
the music,
a night of debauchery.

It's back to real life,
where soon to be widows wait.

The kids rush to their fathers side,
while gifts are presented.

Husbands kiss their wives,
tasting a faintly unfamiliar kiss.

No signs of crimes committed,
but all roads lead to hell.

This small little love affair,
will most certainly end in great tragedy.

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