She was another man’s wife, yet she wanted to be with me,
her long naked body stretched across the bed in my cold water flat, leaving me
nothing to imagine, taking me into her mouth, then to deep laces, insisting I use
both doors to come and go, secretly making plans to stay with me when I wanted
no part of that, even though I enjoyed her nightly visits, the touch of her
lips, hips, kisses, yet not so much to surrender my solitary existence, this
one time barmaid who put out for special patrons at her boss’ insistence, later
doing the same for her husband’s friends, of whom I was not one, me, the sneak
thief stealing her self-declared virginity night after night behind her husband’s
back, a front door man, a back door man, who she insisted I keep coming, even
when we both knew it could never last.
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