Temptress during stormy nights when his arms are too far for me to grasp.
She gazes through my eyes. Takes my fingers in her hands.
I fear she wants more from me than I can ever give.
Because I am in love with him. My time with her is short lived.
The telephone rings.
I pretend it is a friend though he will always be much more.
I dismiss the call, Send him to voice mail, and return to the succubus under the sheets on the floor.
I am a foolish girl. Mixing myself in too deep.
Beyond the horizon. Beyond the corner of my bed sheets.
Her body and charm satisfies my hunger.
Her love and smiles distract my longing.
I am obsolete. I am barren. I am cold.
Getting smaller each day I grow old.
He is across oceans while I wait in concrete jungles.
Living lies that are hard to juggle.
Secrets kept from lovers and loved ones.
I can't do it anymore. It's over. I'm Done.