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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