I look at the curtains

Smooth down my skirt

My fleeting glances

See the stripes on his shirt

Yet I dare not gaze at him

Or see the look on his face

His eyes are now on me

Like a warm embrace

My own eyes would betray

The thoughts in my head

It’s not him that I see

Lying on the bed

The face before me

Is my lover’s visage

His love for me

Quite akin to rage

The desire in his eyes

Reflected by his hips

I can hear the moans

That escape my lips

The concern in his voice

Now brings me back to earth

I can’t look at him

So I look at his shirt

My heart beats slowly

It is writhing in pain

The guilt that I feel

Could drive me insane

My heart is cleaved in two

By the remorse I feel

Yet can’t forego the excitement

Of the moments I steal

Yet in all honesty

There’s something I must admit

The security of his love

Helps me to submit

To the desire for romance

That the other fulfills

My life is too settled

I therefore seek thrills

But when the passion

Is just ash in the dust

I feel like rushing home

To his love and trust

To the comfort of old shoes

To the stains on the floor

To the familiar sofa

To the lovable bore

~Sumaitri~