Diverging

I feel my two worlds diverging and I am afraid.
One world, with my wife of many years, feels stale.
There is mutual, asexual, love and companionship.
The other, with my Lady of power, is growing.
I am developing a relationship that gets my juices flowing
With a woman who delights in kinky pastimes
With her on top.  I love it. Even when she’s too rough.
My writing  reflects this new world. I wish I could share it with her but this new world is a secret from
my wife.
She’s told me in the past how uncomfortable my kinky interests make her. So I stopped talking about them.
And I keep secrets.
And sneak.
And lie.
I feel small,
Lying like this
But I do because
I fear a confrontation.
And the larger this world
Becomes, the greater the crash