Lino Robles:
I wrote a novel when I seen her face
With each letter & word I couldn’t keep pace
It’s like she made the stars align
Like an astronomer in my mind
I
Could just taste her, but hunger shouldn’t have a taste
Thirsty as if I just ran a race
All the years, but with her I could no longer relate
Even though it started out as a mistake
She
Was here to be with me
Intoxicated in the veil of deceit
We set sail to retreat
&
My mistress constantly
Gives me intimacy
She was like a hidden fantasy
Enhanced in the privacy
Of our own world’s secrecy
I
Don’t want you to leave
Even though we
Both know you shouldn’t be
With me
Cause
There are rules to this game
You know I’ve already given her my name
Because it’s easy to enter, but you’ll both pay
The cost of admission to play
Maybe
He’ll leave her for me you’d say
The runaway mistress on display
Hoping once she has me never to play
This game again
But
The thirst equals what water is to rain
& even if you got him the thoughts will always cross your brain
Will he do it to me or will he change
His player campaign
Lyrical Passion
Your eyes caught my attention but when you cupped my cheek, I could already feel the hot friction
I saw the ring on your finger but I paid it no mind
Because my tongue wanted to linger
Upon your edible lips
I could taste your kisses
The kind that will have my name mesmerized
Forgetting all about the Mrs.
I know you are playing your player campaign game and I shall show no shame
You standing here next to me looking all fame
When you sleep next to me at night all I want you to comfort me and make love to me
Even though your wife’s home is the right place for you to be
It seems like you want more of me and my love giving
Indulged in the love cycle of lust
So don’t fight the feeling
Spoiling me and caresses to my breasts and surprising me with hidden fantasies
A midnight type of loving that you can’t ever deny
The runaway mistress has gotten you to your ultimate high
No I don’t want you to leave!
Baby don’t leave!
We have some unfinished business before the sun comes up
Running a late night bath and pouring more Hennessey in your cup
I can see it in your eyes that you haven’t had enough
You then look at your phone
10 missed calls to be exact
The wifey will be worried about your whereabouts as a matter of fact
But we continue our night of intimacy filled with passionate fantasies
Alas when you go home and remember that you still have her key
But I know you are still married playing your mistress card game
To arouse you in the darkness and to let you join the mistress campaign
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