Delicate Infidelity

A poem for the writers cramp

And here she is
Lying naked in front of me
In my eyes she writhes in lust
Spreading herself to me
Sweet, naked, peach and pink
And yet this is not my wife

And yet this is not the woman I love
Nor am I the man of her heart
Deceptive

Rock hard and ready
I move into the space between us
Caressing her skin
Hard breast press against my chest
And we kiss
Relishing the sweet
Delicate infidelity