Don’t Tell A Soul
Warning: Graphic sexual content ahead. Reader discretion advised.
I wrote this short urban fiction story in poetry format. I hope you enjoy reading this.
Keeping secrets and telling lies;
That’s the way of life according to my eyes.
I say things that she believes as I swear to Christ.
Until the day I die, this lie will remain alive.
My wife thinks every other night I’m working overtime.
I’m leaving the house at quarter nine and text the wife Goodnight.
Lying about where I’m going, she believes me as I can’t do any wrong.
She is naïve and doesn’t know what the fuck is going on.
I drove 10 miles to your house since your man is out of town.
I’m sexing you right, and I’m laying it down.
The bed rocked back and forth.
I got your head banging between the bed post.
Then I pick you up and take you to the bathroom and sex you raw in the shower.
I hit it from the back for about a half an hour,
Until I release my strong load into your vagina.
