Third
I was longed left by innocence;
Where everything runs in conscience;
Now is the life of truth and dare;
I want him so bad and I don’t care.
Our aim will not be our salvation;
But still in this hidden relation;
No one has to know why;
He left his house just before nine;
It’s never been wrong to want;
But I chained an impossible one;
Licking the lips while haunting;
I found this man so interesting;
Soon I learned to love the wrong;
Him and lust in arousing song;
Until I got addicted;
Call me a mistress, I’m not affected.
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Third
PoetryI am the third. His wife, Him and I. ----------------------- A/N If you're not quite comfortable reading things about third party, I am not going to force you to read this book. I don't want to cause any emotional impact regarding this matter. than...
