His Secret
Pain
my new best friend
fills my body every time I sin.
You won’t dare let your precious find out about me.
You won’t dare let me sleep between your sheets.
You can’t she will know
That’s all you can say.
This is all for fun you agreed to this
you said you wanted to always feel my flesh
So I sink into this lonely hell that has become me
The other woman the secret of the cheat.
I ached to feel love I ached for so long
how could I let this become what it was.
It was different when the sin was just me and him
but the game changed when she arrived on the scene.
Now he tells her he loves her then lays in my bed.
He kisses her lips just before he kisses mine
sliding every inch up between my thighs.
He tells me I’m different and I’m what he’s always wanted
but his heart he refuses to give me
and I only see him when he’s horny.
She gets his love
attention and more.
I get his manhood when it’s raging hard.
He swears she can’t give him what he really needs.
Then why must he come to me just to fuck me and leave.
So night after night
week after week
I lay here in pain
hurting and can’t sleep.
I want his heart but he gives it to her instead
I get his sex sweaty sheets in my bed.
So hello new world
new life
new me.
I went from being his queen he held high in his heart
to being his whore yea I’m not very smart.
The night is my cover and my bed is my hell.
As he slides in me I cry from this shell.
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