Only a Fling

It would only be a fling.

She wasn't the kind to break up a happy home.

It was a service, nothing more.

A friend unsatisfied, well, that needed remedied

Didn't it?

She could try to justify it.

Try to make it seem reasonable.

But when she left his house that evening,

She knew,

He knew,

It was more than a fling,

And it would happen again,

But who would end up hurt?

Only time could tell.