Affair's Anonymous

Flickering lightbulbs, cheap whiskey and a forgettable night.

That's all we've become.

No longer do I enjoy partaking in you,

The morning after is just too much.

Yet, I can't let you go.

You're my addiction.

Slowly, I undress you, same as I've always done.

Tonight, you're slippery.

I whisper to you,

"We can't keep meeting like this.

What if they find us?"

You keep silent,

I sigh and continue to reveal you.

I look at you,

Our lips meet, and I engage in our age old tradition.

My fingers interlock your waist as I bring you closer.

I pull back from you,

Tonight, you were intense.

Tonight, there was no going back.

Our lips meet once more as my mind enters a haze of ecstasy.

I fall asleep watching you weep silently.

Tonight will be our final night together.

Tomorrow, I'm giving you up.