He had her moaning in between the sheets,
waiting as she did, soaking in his heat,
his every warm breath...
She wanted to make most of the time she had with him,
knowing, soon he'd be in the arms of another woman...
A mistress's life was always, in between,
with her, he quenched his desires only,
but, shared not, his thoughts or deep feelings...
Never acknowledged her existance in the society,
never gave the respect that she seeked so desperately...
His wife's life too was hung somewhat in between,
a fake smile on her lips, on his arm, in public, she could only cling,
yet, in truth, all her nights were spent weeping...
And, thus, a man in infidelity is always stuck in between,
a wife, he doesn't desire at night;
and a mistress, he can never emotionally connect.







A cautionary tale for all concerned!
ReplyDeleteYou told the tale with brutal honesty ... beautifully.
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