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You tasted my watermelon sweet kisses

and awakened something in me 

that should have stayed dormant 

or at the very least reserved for my husband.

And now my skin aches for your touch, 

craves it like a moth to a flame.

I let you touch me in places 

my husband never has 

and now I can call myself 

a bonafide cheater.