by KD Zuppinger

Created on: March 23, 2009

What Kind of Love?

What about your wife? She ask

What about her? I close my eyes briefly.

We brush lips just close enough for a promise

we cannot keep. Undone. Undone.

She cries. I leave. It rains. A damp hot rain.

Looking up at the sky I ask God for forgiveness,

not for loving her but for knowing that I'd

never leave . For better or worse.

I go home. Where else am I going to go?

There she is still wanting me

We lock lips, tongues touching. She lay eyes

half close, her hands between my legs, moving

making sure I'm satisfied

Naked in this padded cell I shiver

Telling myself that her kiss meant nothing

I let go of her and let her love me

We kiss, I cum

Outside it rains. A damp hot rain.

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