Mistress

His finger prints on my body,
evidence to the crime,
bright red lipstick on his collar,
impossible for them not to find,
my heart beat increased,
my face flushed,
from the heat of his breathe,
and the warmth of his touch,
stop he whispered,
its just too much,
he would always deceive her,
but he couldn't leave her,
would it always be this way,
her the priority,
me the off and on lover,
just in the heat of the night i whispered,
i want to be your wife,
he turned and said,
for the rest of forever,
for the rest of his life,
He 'de always love me,
but much to my distress,
i was nothing more than his Mistress.