You vow, “Never again,” yet smirk; you got away with something dirty. 

But a fuck like ours leaves traces. 

My red lipstick has stained the base of your cock. Chanel No 5… it clings to your pores. Did you sniff your fingers? The scent of my cunt lingers. 

And don’t turn your back to her. My fuck-me-harder scratches still mark your flesh. 

But above all, my obscene whispers remain burrowed in your mind, burning my naked body on your retina, and changing the way you look at your wife. 

When she looks back at you, she’ll know I was there…