Not Right

As we turn, twist, interlock arms, sigh, and kiss. Animal-like passion. We tried, we failed, we couldn’t resist.

Her blouse, ripped. My shoes, untied, kicked. Pillows thrown. Entangled in sheets. On this bed, we roll, we toss, she leads, I lead. Pulled hair, and again… we kiss.

My back, scratched. Headboard, knocking. This bed, squeaking. She yells. I breathe heavily. Her nails entered me. Same time, to ecstasy.

Brain waves, stabilized. The body, relaxed. She lies next to me, she’s caressing me. Her head resting softly upon my chest.

I feel a teardrop. I don’t talk about it but think it. She speaks it.

“This is not right.
Our worlds would fall apart.
Crumble.

If our spouses were to find out.”