Come over. hold me.
Wrap your arms under my arms closely.
Do I increase the warmth of blood that travels your veins?
Did your knees weaken when my breath warmed the hairs upon your neck?
By me kissing your cheek, did your temperature change?
He says he loves me; my price stays the same.
I've been a prostitute for years; and found lust seduction of a man
commits him to say just about anything.
I gently caress him. All over now kissing him. He caresses back.
Pulls my hair and head back, kisses my neck.
As I unbutton my blouse, he begins to undress.
Protection is used as we slowly connect.
With the deed now done, clothes now on.
Curiously, I wondered, even sarcastically asked.
Did he still love me, or has the feeling changed.
Nervously he smiles twice, off the table grabs his watch.
Looks at the time and says, “Oh my God!”
I need to get home to my wife.
Momentarily through his scrambling haste, our faces did meet, as he remorsefully turns away.
And straightforth through his glazed eyes; I saw the lust was indeed gone, but the shame has now arrived.
He runs out the door yelling “I’ve got to go!”
Followed by a quick “Goodbye.”
I knew even if this was never found out.
He would never be able to live with such a lie.
