Poem #14

For his sake, I hope he doesn’t know,

Just how loud you moan for me.

Or see that scratch and bruise,

Across your back and knees.

I wonder what he thinks at night,

As you avoid his gaze in bed,

Or if he has a tiny clue,

You’d prefer me there instead.

Do men think that they have it all?

That women can’t have more?

I’ve seen his house, I’ve seen his bed,

Had you against his every door.

Your husband need not ever know,

It’s not just sex we share,

I dominate your entire being,

In an everlasting affair.