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His Whore

Your wife called
Yelling claiming she knows it all

As i rolled across your bed
Laughing softly to myself

What a sick game i play
Night after night
Day after day

I sneak into your room
&& have passionate sex

While your heart lays with her
& Our bodies touch

You wife
Do you love her?
If she knew of my existence
Would it destroy her?

Your a sick man
Who makes his own plans
God wont forgive him.

You stole my innocence
Your grown & im still in pure bliss

Yet, here you are

Your words saying things different from your actions.

Your wife called
Yelling, crying, begging
She wants to come back home with your children

Make things work, she'll do anything

To bad she didn't do anything wrong,
His lust over powered his love

I was young and blind
 so new so fresh

As i roll across you bed
I realize im not the one you want

You didn't promise me anything
So i'll leave with everything I've got

My heart, my tears & a broken confession.

So when your wife calls,
Tell her you love her again
And forget i even lived in this woldd.
Written by TheUnheard
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