Almost The Other Woman

An undeveloped love once existed
But it died on my lips long ago
Leaving behind a mere lust
More persistent than any beau

His cologne tickles my nose
With pure pheromones in the air
His hand creeps up my thighs
Daring to brush against me there

Surrounded by all who could betray
Our brief exchange of longing
His love in just another room beyond ours
But I serve as the beacon of his loving

I'm the sin planted in his mind
As he imagines me on my knees
Greedily drinking him in
Like stolen wine from the spoiled and wealthy

As I beckon and tease, I pose a question...
Should I cave in or stand strong
If what she doesn't know won't burn
Then is playing with fire so wrong?

Entered in the Forbidden Lust comp...
Written by KittyFromHell
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