SinFidelity

SinFidelity

By T-Ray Bond

I can still smell you here

though you’re now four-days gone

and my pillow retains your hot scent

If I touch crumpled sheets

in the spots that were wet

I can still feel the passion we spent

And the guttural sounds

ghostly notes in the air

are the climaxed moans I still hear

I still savor the taste

where your sweet thighs connect

and I hunger for the trap oh so near

Can’t believe I still feel

where your hard-nippled breasts

seared brands that labeled me yours

Now my longing takes charge

as it locks me in place

like a puppy that wags at the door

Damn these hours that pass

damn the pain I endure

damn my phone that refuses to ring

Is it love that I feel

or lust that consumes

while your trap continues to sting

-It’s this prison I’ve made-

Doomed to live in a glass

filled with torture and gin

since you’re home with your husband and kids

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