He’s the only one
MY only one
If it had been one more day
One more week
Maybe months
Perhaps year
I would not have to hear
About her
Her perfect house
Her perfect spouse
My dirty secret
Our filthy world
Means all he seems to feed me with
Is his sweet nothings
One day we’ll be
One day you’ll see
One day I can take you away
Just to grab
Until then we’re stuck
As he drowns me in sin
I repent every Sunday
Till we fornicate again
“He who disregards discipline despises himself”
But not when I’m in his wealth
Not when he showers me with touch
Not when I’m in luck
For it seems I’ve found him
My bae
The connection we share sweeps me away
His masculinity
It seems to me
Catches the perfect balance with infidelity
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