Love,. you are UnFaithful

Write about a time you were unfaithful, what led to it and what happened after wards. Two weeks to write an entry, one entry per poet. Any length but not a novel. No collaborations. Title your poem. New members are encouraged to join. And most importantly, enjoy!

Fa/ith/celess

met my best friend here on dup
With my poems, she was all over me
I admit I fell for her too
But I was young and a big fool

12 hours isn't that long
But 8 hours lived a girl
With peircing eyes and tempting voice
I had lost my choice

Instead of trusting angels
I made my drive to hell
For months she burned my flesh
Just like we first kissed

I left that hell broken down
But my friend stuck around
My soul black with sorrow
For deep down I had hurt her

Lesson learned, wish us well
For part of me is stuck in hell
I bury it in deep remorse
I wish I had been faithful

i was only sixteen ,
when i found the one for me .
He quickly took my frozen broken heart ,
warmed it , and gave me a new start.

I had never been loved by a man ,
too stay alone forever was always my plan .
For him too come into my life and sweep me off me feet
is typically not something these other boys could beat .

So , i took a chance with him
quickly learned how to sin .
My love for him was everlasting but he did not feel the same ,
When girls asked him who his lover was i did not hear my name .
He used me in ever way and added me to his game .

For reasons unknowned,
i could never let him go .
Even though what he had was just lust ,
i stayed and my heart started to adjust ,

Heartbreak after heartbreak ,
i could barely bare the ache .
he cheated on me day after day ,
i was always faithful , questioning why i stay .

Even after all of the unfortunate events ,
my mind still screams at me for this ;
for this was my biggest regret
sleeping with a man i had just barely met .

A man who was thirty two ,
someone i barely knew.
I betrayed your trust ,
for sudden lust.
Oh , the things i do ,
all of this just to get back at you .

Choir Practice

Curious youth peek in on a lesson
not meant for bible study, while upstairs
the choir practice.

Rutting in the basement
to the illicit heat of the moment,
late morning after church,
I say to him as he withdraws
and slides back in, not missing a beat:

“Jesus died for our sins.”
Licking sweat from his lips,
using english on my hips
to emphasize the thrust
of his query, he grunts
and murmurs with a frown,

“Damn, what sins could you
possibly be guilty of?”;
this forcing from my lungs
a delicious moan
hung from my grin
while panting up at him,

“I love doing this with you too much!”
to which he replies,
cleaving between my thighs,
“Then with my body
will I wash you clean, and
absolve you of your sins.”

At that moment he pulls out
to spray his holy water over me
and says almost immediately,

“Please wear for me, I pray,
that Sunday dress I love so much,
it shows your body off so well
when later we go out to lunch,
and then I'll gladly go to hell!”

wingless42,thank you for your entry. insaneinthebrain and Jade-Pandora, thank you for your entry, but you may want to title them. todski28, thank you for your entry.

Grace said:wingless42,thank you for your entry. insaneinthebrain and Jade-Pandora, thank you for your entry, but you may want to title them. todski28, thank you for your entry.

Ohhh thank you for the reminder, dear!  The title is now up. <3

no worries

The Rise of the Curtain

I willed myself to be still
I knew my heart belonged in these arms
Yet my voice promised it to another
I convinced myself that I deserved at least one night
To be his alone
Nothing worse than a liar with a guilty conscious
The sunrise brought the beginning of Act 1
The inaugural performance of dedicated lover
Though my soul was intertwined with the one who'd accompanied my dress rehearsal  
Never wanted to be the cause of a broken heart, so I became the bearer of one
Surrendered my future for his heart's reprieve
At the end of this play
I stand on stage alone
Apparently the stand-in was a better actor than the star

Beautiful_Enigma, thank you for your participation.

“Fallen Woman”

Kindness is cruelty;
I wouldn’t come back to bleed!
Let me hide from the world,
Starved of gentleness,
Baffled by romance’s lies.
Commission taken while
Second-guessing confusion.
Instinct to  drop all pretense.
I’m the one left hungry,
Unfulfilled and aching,
Asking only you return.
Insatiable slut,
Whore paid in brief moments
Of peace and contentment.
Seed and scent on my lonely sheets.
At your convenience, sir.
Incomplete without you.
Love left unspoken -
I was too easy to obtain;
Likewise easy to bruise.
Ignite me; shatter me; destroy me.
fight this doubt; burn for me!
Claim me outside closed doors -
Pride in who’d stand with you.
Show me off; make them envy.
Take me home to your bed.
Ask of me anything.
Grant me exhausted slumber
After lust’s toll is paid,
Dreaming dreams I’ll never see
Of safety and security;
Waking to the best
This world has to offer.
Your actions named me Jezebel.
Trophy younger woman,
As long as I am wanted.
The encroaching sands of time
Threaten my allure.
Stability in scraps
I’m fed from my master’s table.
Lost in addiction.
You begin to understand.
My wants and my needs are few.
Explore the concept
That I might fit
In your eternity.

.blackout ice.


I admit,

that I'm a dark haired beauty lost,
wrapped up within
the sublime of social contemporaries
of replicated fantasies ~ unfurled unbound;

and we had taken advantage
of my instances of vulnerabilities,
my brilliant days are now a stormy black
for in my splintered heart
I'm echoing the blues
of a lady
who sings her darkened blues
because you refuse;

so much pleasure
so much pain
there is nothing left to gain
for nothing is sane     anymore     in my life;

can't distinguish the divine of our beauty
from the legacies of our brutalities; I admit,
I once savored the illusory taste of sinuous wine
from your long distance lips
when my hips reached the Heaven's
in our fictional sky of [im]moral bliss

I remember the sway of your confident hand
touching down on my weakened knee, and
the tranquility of imagining you fondling me
before you sheltered this winter's mask
over my bodice's flask, transcending this intoxicating love
into the inebriations of a dominant submissive ~
inconclusive, perhaps

But now it's cold inside my soul, that when I breathe
you plead for me to ignite you;
and when I drink beyond the sorrow of my sorrows,
bourbon tears escalate and coagulate
into this minuscule obstruction
of blackout ice
that cannot be chiseled from these virtues,
unvirtued ~ not enough to part these thighs

for I have forgotten the meaning
of optic bondages; forgotten the purpose
of web leathered collars; forgotten the sentiments
of virtual floggings

yet,

there still remains a longing
for me with you;

we had a moment



*Poetess note:  R.I.P you & me 2012~2014*

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Unfaithful (Thursday, 11 December 2014)
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/189040-unfaithful-thursday-11-december-2014/
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truth, injurious
to my mind, is that i have
been unfaithful to
the same woman for eighteen
years, some times marrying them
.
not desireous
of children she wants someone
to care for her only
ne'er having had childhood of
her own, her moms caretaker
.
saying she did not hate me
but could not restart friendship
.
she asked why i did not come
to the wake for her mother
.
saying i could not
take seeing her for the first
time nigh on ten years
that i could not hurt my wife
any more than asking had
.
she stopped stalking me
blocked from stalking her twitter
how many more years
is it kindness or cruelty
rejecting my devotion
.
i have betrayed my
lady of red-raven hair
the name behind my
daughters in nightly mantra
how much longer can i live
.
what a drag it is to not
truly "love the one you're with"

BookwormPOV and HH Cameron, thank you for your respective entry.