L'adultère

My lips were swollen from his persimmon traits,
As was the rest of my body, blind-sided by the musical
masterpiece he created upon me.

The coarse skin of his hands along my skin,
bled down into my spirit, calming the emptiness
my husband left in the absence on his side of the bed.

His fingertips lingered on my cheek when the
purple sunlight peeked into our guilty tryst;
His brandy eyes were cold & sober,
dried from another desperate night, and loss on the bottle.

In our desperation, burning regrets festered
at the edges of my blood and bone;
atonement for the continuation of our
contemptible and chronic temptation;
deliverance of momentary fulfillment.

His skin smelled of something dark and foreign nights he left—
it remained on the sheets, drying in my tears—
The fear the clutched at my heart,
the shame that graced my body,
fell like the clothing that separated us,
seduced from my body with his charms.

The gentle lull of his baritone,
left me shivering
after passionate moments extended til it left me
tilting between ecstasy and cringing pain;
Sorrow dripped from nimble formed fingers,
The color of honey, thick and as cold ice.

This incomprehensible need,
spreading like the symptomatic of the unfaithful,
caught me in the hands and arms of a stranger.

The night drove fast at our lingering, naked shadows,
and marks of passion embedded themselves into your back;
Still, as I rise to leave, he pins me down to the sheets,
Begs to me to stay, and presses a kiss to me.

.

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My lips were swollen from his persimmon traits,
As was the rest of my body, blind-sided by the musical
masterpiece he created upon me;
In the suffocating darkness echoing depression.

author's note: this is basically written with a word bank, and the prompt for it was Adultery. I think I did it pretty well, what do you think?