Each morning when you wake, we meet.
Leaving your wife in bed, you come to me.
You sometimes bring coffee, if it’s not too early,
And I can taste it on your lips.
I can see that look in your eyes,
The one that says, “I shouldn’t be here;
I should be in bed holding her.”
But there’s no canceling our date.
Slowly, you slip my long slender body
From my silky case to your lips.
Your lips curl around me and,
While shielding me from the wind,
You ignite the fire.
You hold me loosely between your fingers,
The way you held your wife in your arms,
Just moments ago.
But she is merely a touch to your skin,
A band around your finger.
While I am forever imprinted inside you.
Smoke escapes from your lips,
After each kiss we share.
It encircles like a cloud,
And hugs your body.
Every fiber of your clothing is perfumed by it,
And she knows,
That you have been with me.
