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If she ever found us,

I doubt she'd listen to the truth.

But the truth remains,

I cannot help myself from coveting you.

The heat of your skin melts onto mine,

and I am thrown into a mix of hell and pleasure.

The double edge blade that you are,

keeps me on my toes.

How she can keep you so tight and neat,

escapes my knowledge.

She is half the woman I will ever be

but you stand by her like a stupid doll.

I watch as you see me in the corner,

the slit on my dress rushing up my leg.

In my mind I imagine the glass cracking in your hand,

your face growing paler,

and your eyes smoldering on my body.

Instead she pulls you on to the next phonies.

I just need your arms tightly around me!

the way you hold me when we meet late at night.

Your lips caress and soothe the day away,

when we lay in her bed on her vacations.

The fear and betrayal run deep into those sheets,

sin rushing through our veins when we touch.

She'd kill us both if she knew,

just how much you loved me,

and how much I loved you.