Death of Loyalty

Its carnal claws named her rebellious,  

her skin as tender as a French rosebud.  

Torso arched towards me as her I held her pelvis.    

The texture of her breast rushed my blood.     

Desire filled the animal in her.     

Through day she roamed with powder on her nose, yet by night her naked body sparked silver.   

I focus on the sweating of her brow.    

My love for her was nothing but brief lust,    

her craving was to ripen as a widow.   

I too held her pride and unwanted trust.

I slithered like the breeze from the window,    

our secret was spread upon the sheets 

in which my husband lays in sheer deceit.