Mistresses tale

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simple words for a complicated situation. a story of a mistress and a lover in poetry.

Submitted: June 24, 2008

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Submitted: June 24, 2008



Their once was a man,

Who was lonely and blue.

He needed someone,

To be honest and true.

He had a life at home,

That was unsatisfying,

He felt lost and alone,

Finding nothing gratifying.

He sought out one night stands,

And still came home lonely.

with guilt stricken hands,

He wished if only……

So he continued to explore,

As his voyeurism grew.

Not knowing what he was looking for,

He came across someone, then he knew.

They talked by day,

For hours on end.

Wait a minute ,“hey”

Have I really found my friend?

They talked and shared,

About all they knew.

They saw how much the other cared,

As their beautiful friendship grew.

After weeks of sharing,

They met for the first time.

Oh how risky and daring,

But the feelings were prime.

So over weekly lunches,

They shared conversations.

Tensions grew as they got hunches,

Both, feeling greater sensations.

So came the day

Right before valentine’s,

They went all the way.

Holding, wishing for more time.

Sensual encounter,

Hot and heavy.

With his lips he would devour her,

Fluids flowed like a broken levee.

They met as often as they could,

Sharing each others love.

soul mates together, feeling so good,

Knowing ,it was meant from above.


So sensual, so tender,

The love making was great!

They continued on in their splendor,

Until one day they met fate.

His family discovered,

The mistress he treasured.

His secret uncovered,

Their loss , never to be measured.

He had choices to make,

His family or mistress.

her heart he had to break,

The words burn her with acidness.

The mistress suffers pain and distress.

How will she ever recover?

In her prayers ,she hopes his family will progress,

But, all the while, she misses her lover.

Never to hold or to kiss again.

Never to talk with her best friend.

Forever in her heart she’ll carry the pain.

All because lies forced their love to end.

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