How Mistresses Become

I'm the worst stalker in the world.
Let's get that out of the way first
there's no need to hide
that precious, little secret.

You know I stalk you
I've come to think
that you may even
like it.

Or is it even stalking
when we see each other
on a regular basis?

Maybe we're having an affair
that sounds much more exciting
than my daily world of grinding out
spreadsheets and numbers.

Yes, we're having an affair
and you like it just as much as I do
even though you're married
with three kids for crying out loud.

It's all so simple
you leave the door open
for me to slip in...
sometimes you have me waiting
other times you don't know
how fast to rip my
clothes off.
I like it either way
I just want to be wanted.
And I know,
you want me,
bad.

With greedy hands you're
all over my body.
Your pupils widen
as I show you all my
special places.
Maybe there's even
a bonus in it
for you
this time.
So tell me
have you been a good boy?

But you love me for the night
and only for the night.
When morning comes ringing
you're back to being Mr. Family again.
You leave me hanging
at the desk
where you had me
earlier.

I wish I could have you every second
of my precious life
to always please you
like I know
I do.
One day you will see
there's nothing more to life
than me.

I will keep on stalking
I will keep sliding through your door
because when you touch me
I always hear you whisper
"Oh, my paycheck,
this time I really
was hoping
it was more."