Harmful Intentions

A secret lover's thoughts...

Hot sweat dripping down the floor,

my cold blood is begging for more.

It isn’t a mistake that I chose you,

with one look I knew the cue.

One step back,

                two steps forward.

You lost track,

when I draped on the board.

So stop pretending,

that I’m not here.

I promise I’ll be lying,

when your wife appears.