Mrs. Mistress

Just a poem on how a love can bloom from the not so best situations

Tasting the salt of the ocean on my lips
I notice the waves move as smooth as her hips
never met a woman so angelic
her beauty seems eternal as if it will never vanish
the shore complements her character
already appearing as a goddess it seems to elevate her
she is the sun that shines on the surface of the water
mother of Apollo/ eyes glued to her the heart shall soon follow
the summer nights are endless
when I'm with the misses
who once walked the same beach as a mistress

Author's Note

A beach retreat is a common place to take a mistress. At the beach he realizes he truly loves the mrs who once was a mistress.