The searing hot rush
of our first touch
burns,
branding us hypocrites.

The defiant wings of arrogance
caress our feeble hearts.
Our stolen weakness;
soft kisses upon moist, dewy skin
become lustful agony.
I will meet you for our
deceitful desecration.

Blistering heat
born of the memory,
rushes downwards through my body
igniting a pool of
burning,
wet,
need.
The searing ache for release, begs.

We Love
only for a moment or two.
It will have to do.
I love you and
I know you love me too.

Rarely together,
I know you try and
I wonder why
your life isn't enough
without me?

Your beautiful self in
your beautiful life with
your beautiful wife
Shreds my heart when I see.
Why couldn't it have been me
met you when you were free?

We made forever vows to others.
Did we have the right
to allow ourselves to fall in love?
We did not.
We should not.
We do and
we will again.

It chokes my heart
to see you have to go.
My tears lay waste as
I watch you walk away
for I could not find the courage
to ask you to stay away.

Is it greed?
Lust promised to somebody else;
We snatch it and give it away.
It was not ours to take.
Not ours to give to a stranger.
The selfish excitement of
an illicit and forbidden act.
Were it not forbidden,
would it be so tantalising?

To risk one love for another.
Is one better than the other?
Worth risking
Tortured hearts,
Torrents of tears,
Looking into the face of
Shattered trust?
The face that sees only
Dishonour?

It is not and
It is not my love you risked.