We flutter delicately, like scarves;
before the harsh winds surprise us- taking us
with it as we drift into a flame that
our kerosene hearts only fuel,
consuming our easily caught-fire bodies;
destroying ourselves from within.

Guilty pleasure
But time I treasure
Just you and I
No kids' screaming cry
No wife to bark orders
As we seek new borders
I stroke your limbs
My ego brims
You ride me away
From stresses in my day
Your frame is so light
I ride you just right
You transport my life
In a different way than my wife
I love the both of you
To you both I'll be true
But with you I'm physical
My wife is mystical
You create such sweat
The drips make you soaking wet
As I crank you on ascents
And coast down long descents
I get light headed
Nothing you do is dreaded
You carry me away
So I just needed to say
You are my mistress, my queen
I don't want to be obscene
But if loving you is wrong
Why does my wife sometimes ride along

She's written my name in chalk

On the blackboard of her heart

Without a second thought

She could easily brush me off

With eraser in her hand

She's always making other plans

Always with some other man

Whose name is also written in chalk

On the blackboard of her heart

Can it be
Just us?

She's become the Heir of ******,
One day a Pulitizer Prize heroine.
Slowly wasting away,
Her sun only sets in grey.
Oh, won't someone please ask her to stay?