Illicit

Secretly I’ve loved you.

For years.

Never do I mention you,

to her.

Crumble like a cookie she would.

Tortured I am.

The dungeon of my heart,

aching for your touch.

Illicit the affair would be.

Tangled our tongues are,

only in dreams.

Fearful I say your name,

in slumber.

She must never know.

Your love,

your husband,

blind to my want.

Best of friends we are.

Our unfaithful desires,

destroyers of all holy things.

Unspoken love is my purgatory.

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