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You Belong To Her
When she kisses you tonight…
Will she taste my love?

You targeted me
I was vulnerable then
Calculating lust…

I can separate
The feelings I feel for you
Never love…just lust

I despise you so
Yet I can never resist
You begging for it

Positions I play
I know my place in your life
Just to fulfill you

“You a bad b*tch, babe”
You say as you go slowly
And burst into heat

Midnight rendezvous
Secret, hidden agenda
Delight our palette

I don’t want to hear
About your wife or your job
Your job is to f*ck

The old me would have
Felt guilty for this affair
The new me cares less

I come when you call
Yet your calling makes me cum
I am defenseless

You aren’t sexy
You aren’t even nice to me
You arekryptonite

Sex is explosive
We sweat out all our problems
Reality…paused

Some say what we do
Is scandalous and sinful.
I just say….it’s fun

I promise myself
Each time will be the last time
You know my weakness

After we finish
We go our separate ways
Until the next time

Comments

  1. "I don’t want to hear
    About your wife or your job
    Your job is to f*ck"......

    One of the best haiku I have ever read.

    You fucking rock, girl.

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  2. You, my friend, are nectar sweet with the prose.
    So vivid, I found nyself being able to imagine the sentiments as I read. Truly enoyed. Certainly @ I come when you call
    Yet your calling makes me cum
    I am defenseless
    Hell yeah. More poetry please.

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  3. *takes a bow* thank you DON!! I appreciate it! :)

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