An Affair

An Affair

He settles toned armed and bare legs
Next to her
And on top of furrowed cotton,

The sheets belong to her.

He’s biting his bottom lip; flirting,
Stretched, brazen with blatant lust
With ostensible love,
With mischief.

Naked on her side, she glances
Then whispers “the nerve”
And takes her lips, still sodden
To demand a kiss from his.

They’re kindred.


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