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by Daenerys Stormborn Dec 2, 2006 category : Love, romance / secret love
There she sits, my lover's wife And I his concubine I know her well, I know her life She knows nothing of mine I make love to her beloved He and I share the deepest time Though her innocence does covet She sees not her husband's crime Worshiping each coin he spends The tenderness she receives The roses and chocolates that he sends How expertly he deceives They clasp hands across the table In this landmark street cafe Her eyes so ignorantly stable Whilst her husband's eyes do stray He winks at me each opportunity Gives suggestive little grins His wife sips at her cup politely A saint to her husband's sins Why I bother with a married man When others beg for my kiss Not even I quite understand The reasons to be a mistress
by Beatriz Zamora
Very well written. i haven't seen so good a poem in a while. keep it up.