My favorite sin

A poem about an affair with a married woman.

She's got eyes like the Emerald City
She's got brains and curves and boy is she witty
And she's got a husband in Indiana ain't that a pity

I suppose that it's possible to love more than one guy
She says that she loves me I don't think it's a lie
I mean I've known this girl since like Junior High

Now she's got a child and that complicates things
He adopted the kid and all that brings
So it seems he has her by the apron stings

Now it's seedy motels and my number's restricted
It's not even like I'm all that conflicted
I wish I could quit her but now I'm addicted

Because I know her better than he could fathom
I know the darkest things she can imagine
She lights a fire in my soul she is my dragon

Yes I know the darkness that lives in her soul
It consumes me like a black hole
And yet I am the reason she has no self control

Because she'll beg and plead and call my name again
She could seduce a king better than Anne Boleyn
My beloved dark angle my favorite sin