A Lover’s Quarrel

Dearest Lover,
Whisper in the evening
All the ways that we make sense
Sneak away from your dear spouse
When the sun breaks above the fence
Grip your hands around my waist
Your eyes ablaze from sinful lust
Temptation worn from morn to noon
A break in your dear spouse’s trust
When feelings catch like fish to bait
A quick escape plots through your mind
It’s but an hour I will wait
Until you seek our stolen time
Xoxo, Her

Dear Lover,
A twist and turn between the sheets
while satisfied, means not of love
It’s my betrothed that I’ve avowed
and will fulfill come push or shove
The moments shared so full of shame
though craved must come now to an end
For feelings felt cause quite the stir
The heart’s the hardest thing to mend
Though you may catch my longing glance
to steal a moment raw and wrong
A stronger will has been instilled
Lust fades away, so thus, so ‘long
Xo, Him

Dearest Lover,
What’s a goodbye without some skin exposed in coitus, pure and true
If honesty were to be pressed
I love you and you love me too
The drive to dodge is natural when two wrongs make the perfect right
Guilt breeds most fear, I understand
So we should meet when moon shows bright
A shock runs rampant through my veins
Your lingered touch so much the cause
I know that you have felt the same
Your heart fell victim to love’s laws
If it’s goodbye you still persist
Your promise false of us to come
It’s me you’ll never see again
Though easier said than will be done
Xoxo, Her

Dear Lover,
Please understand there’s no regret
The time we’ve shared won’t be erased
My truest self had been revealed
whenever my eyes met your face
And what I feel has no real place as we had formed out of a lie
I’ll meet you where we used to go
If nothing more to say goodbye
The time will pass and you will find that in my absence you have won
You’re something special, that rings true
But me, my love, I’m not the one
Xo, Him

Dearest Love,
And so it’s true, you’ve chosen her
I guess it’s meant to be this way
But I can’t help but feel so used
After the things you used to say
The trips to sea-shell filled lost islands
and all the riches that you swore
How you said one day I’d be yours as we picked rings out at the store
More than just sex, it was each other
I know that everything was real
But now I must break my own heart and deny how you make me feel
Thank you for the best times I’ve had and the worst nights that’s sure to come
You may not feel like it right now, but know to me, you were the one
Xoxo, Her No Longer



There’s nothing like thwarted love smudged across my collar

Bodacious Red

The honey eyes of my beloved gaze happily, unknowingly from the portrait hung boldly along the corridor

A stroke across my nudity prods an erasure of guilt

Aware now of the more current events

and able only to respond in vulgar adultery, again

Sweet death to my morality as my temptations smother my waist

Sounds-forbidden, yet lusted for during long nights between the subtle breaths of my consort

Absent for only a few hours more as her slumbers holds records in its depth

More than enough had, gluttony fiercest in moments of weakness

which appears like a wolf in the night of the fullest moons

Thirsty for prey while its cave holds abundance in nourishment

A shuffle from the sheets arouse an overcoming anxiety

and we scurry

Shame-filled and frustrated at the thought of another rendezvous sure to come

I make my way back to the side of my betrothed

Enamouring beauty peaceful in her stillness

Her heart growing weaker from every stolen moment she knows nothing of

and never will

Without Walls

In the pit of my stomach
I feel it rise
As the truth is never easily swallowed
The bile spills out
Tormenting lies of time and company
A stinging blow to the core
Though this news isn’t new
Rather desperately denied
As naivety prompts easier living
A heart merely held together by bandages and a thread of hope
that this will be the last time I get hurt
When my walls come down

Her First Dalliance

She began to experience a range of emotions
Unsure of what was genuine or lechery
The treachery undergone caused quite the commotion
A thrill she enjoyed unexpectedly
She craved for his kiss and his hand
to entangle with hers
But failed to reason it ethically
Having never indulged in a peculiar fling
The riveting thoughts caused profuse complexity
Locking eyes with the sinister gent
sent tingles through her thighs and extremities
A devilish nod, then a whisper and into the dark
where their bodies affixed quite impressively
Caught in the moment of allure stemming lust
her conscience responded aggressively
Ignoring the voice though unsure with her choice
to satisfy her desire distressingly
She leaned into the act often arching her back
satisfaction occurring poetically
He slithered away leaving her half undressed
her thoughts clamored from her infidelity

Leaving Letters

They leaked onto the  bleached white canvas, the words he couldn’t bare to speak

His choice to leave a letter in his place, he knew it to be weak

But the croak her throat would form and tears displayed would leave him woed

“A letter left is better,” he assured himself as his pen strode

Dear Love, I’ve come to recognize in life you are my truest friend

And yet I find I must hasten our brooding love to meet its end

A drop from his cheek surprised him, falling quickly pon’ the bottom page

“Forgive me,” spilled out from his lips as he continued to engage

No more than ten minutes had passed before the page had filled with ink

He sat it there upon her chair and left before he’d time to think

And later on, tucked neath’ the sheets, he felt a morcel of regret

But then the arm of his betrothed around his waist let him forget

Said And Done

Hey, come on
say it ain’t so,
We’ve come way to far
to let everything go,
Took risks way to hard
to give up all we know,
All this cause’ one night
I just couldn’t say “no”,
Alright, I was wrong
I’m admitting that though,
Come on, please stay calm
lets just take things slow,
I’m sorry, don’t cry
cause’ when those tears start to flow,
My heart breaks for decades
but I guess to you, that I owe,
So we’re giving up now?
No thread left to sew?
No sun left to shine?
No light left to glow?
I messed up big
hit my lowest of the low,
I’ll never forget you,
I’ll just go.

The Shade of Honesty

Little Lucy was only four when a miracle struck her good.
“I can see it!” she proclaimed,
“I can see the truth of all colors.”
While her mother guzzled down the bottle of what she called her medicine to life
“And that Brown,”
Little Lucy whispered pointing to the liquid thrusting down her mother’s throat,
“isn’t as reliable as it feels.”
Wandering to the adjacent room, her luck arose again.
“I can see it!” she exclaimed,
“I can see the truth of all colors.”
While her father scrubbed at the lipstick stains on his shirt
“And that Pink,”
Little Lucy whispered pointing to the lip outline tritely placed on his collar,
“isn’t as loving as it feels.”
She made her way outside where she relished the happy glow of the Yellow sun being cradled in the trusting arms of the wide Blue sky.
The bang of her neighbor’s door caught her attention.
“I can see it!”, she exclaimed,
“I can see the truth of all colors.”
While her neighbor wiped the blood from his knuckles and ignored the weeping pouring from the open window nearby.
“And that Red,”
Little Lucy whispered pointing towards his oozing wound,
“isn’t as courageous as it feels.”
And little Lucy skipped away, admiring each color all the while.