It’s always our fault and intentional
Not an accident if we got so near them.
We wanted by accident, knew it would happen,
Set it all up to be blamed on passion.

You had to know what you did with your nails
scratching my leg, so close but not on me,
and I knew better, once hard I’m no thinker,
no accident grabbing right in the theatre.

We knew when we went there, so horny
Doesn’t matter how innocuous the movie.
Might as well been a porno, not so cultural,
We even thought twice, almost didn’t go.

The theater was empty except for us,
like with covid we didn’t imagine this?
And I didn’t know with your husband away
you weren’t just bored wanting company.

I lied to myself that you’d not have me in,
after fondling and seeing how big I am.
And you knew it wasn’t just for a drink,
we’d fuck until he called to say goodnight.

Then we owned up to what we were doing,
While on the phone, you held on as I shrank.
Your lips you just told him, “I love you,” with
Reclaimed my cock, in oral marital defiance.

All of it just happened, we didn’t plan it,
I was fine with this story, burying everything,
But you called for some help assembling a dresser,
erect anticipation knew it wasn’t just about furniture.