Stolen glances in mirrors

we flash smiles like whispers

The joy of the hunt

which makes it even more blunt

Like a phoenix from the fire

Two complete strangers with intent on delight

How could I justify this moment

Feeling an knowing its not right

Guilty pleasures of sin

over an over again

Relationships can be scary

like finding out shes married

scrambling to make sense

of this blasphemous plight

I might as well keep it pimpin

she was mine for that night.

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