Mistress

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

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