She was my mistress,
flowing dress and pretty curls
Eye contact remained
as we negotiated the garden path
Her cheeks were blushed
her lips full and inviting
Her smile was purpose
her squeeze strong
As we reached the path's edge
she threw me one last glance
Watching as I fell
into an abyss of deceit
As the curtains of this tale
Avoid the poisoned invitation
to view the flowers of cuckoldry
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