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Corlene Beukes Apr 2015
Black as night
Dark as day
Is the soul
That was betrayed

The white of lies
The red in her eyes
Tell of a life
Lived to die
an aching pit in my stomach tells me that something has gone wrong.
I have tried to push it away but I knew all along.

you don't love me like you used to
you don't want me like I want you.

I feel you pushing me away, and your heart is leaving mine astray.
I know there is another one, and it hurts my soul to know you're done.

so don't make me hold on when I know you are already gone.
2 days after I wrote this we broke up.
strong desire Mar 2015
I had this desire
it was flowing through me
it wasn't ethical
but it felt mystical
his hands were softer
lips were sweeter
love was better
why does it feel so good
To be Bad
A Watoot Mar 2015
She's beautiful
She's cunning
She's bubbly.
She's like a Victorian figurine in the glass shelf of menagerie.
She works her way up
by telling the right words
at the right time.
She's impossibly perfect in every way.
I see her.
I can see her.
I'm not envious.

Because I saw her lie and steal in the presence of her perfection.
This is for the person who I should always keep my eyes on.  
She has been lying and stealing since day one.
It started with a glance.
An innocuous chanced glance.
Fate is a cruel mistress,
I was just the mistress.
I'm not proud of the fact.
I don't take pride in being your "bit on the side"
Part of me died when you told me you were married.
But, I couldn't stop being with you, that is,
until the glance.

Ever had the feeling that someone is watching you?
Well, I did, and I looked up.
There she was.
The wife.
I felt the colour drain from the room.
I wanted to run, but Karma had plans.
How alike we were, hair, build, our humour
the only difference were our eyes.
Mine, blue, hers brown.

That's how it happened.
A chance glance at a coffee shop.
We chatted, it would seem we both knew of each other.
I didn't know of the pregnancy.
You should have told me.
But then you knew I'd leave.
Mistress to a married man I can live with.
Mistress to a family man? No.
Even a mistress has some standards.

Over coffee and cake we conspired to rid ourselves of you.
The cake was the key.
And they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Anti-freeze or Ethylene Glycol poisoning was chosen.
Embittering agent was nullified by the sweet frosting.
Our combined bitterness made fantastic cakes.
Acute kidney failure in 72 hrs, and, well you were told to stop drinking.
The only questions I really wanted to ask you were,
Do you remember who served you?

Were her eyes brown or blue.
© JLB
02/03/2015
11:08 GMT
Monogamy,
the game designed
for one.
One lover
at a time that is!
© JLB
14/02/2015
00:14 GMT
RH 78 Feb 2015
Her body wrapped around the white sheets snakelike.
Eyes half shut and hair tucked behind her ear she took a deep breath then in a post ******* state rolled her eyes closed them, smiled and bit her bottom lip with a half smile.
As my fingers ran down her spine there was only one thing on my mind.
"Now you have to leave him" I whispered softly as I kissed her neck with the conviction of a man possessed consumed by all she had to offer.
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