i never heard from him again
but when i think of that night
making love being made love to
with no end in sight
i still remember his eyelashes
how they fluttered against my skin
the way he spoke of his lust
his voice salt stirred-in gin
yes i have known pleasure
i am married to my lover you know
but the thrill of new experience
makes for a formidable foe
and so i finally succumbed again
committed adultery like you would say
but regrets i have none
what ever happens come what may
these occasional trysts and rendezvous
add spice to my mundane life
you never know
it might be you
seeking a bored wife.
